it’s time of the year. when every day seems so long ago from yesterday, and yesterday feels like every other day. atleast these past days since the new year kicked in. 8th of february and im longing much for warmer, more vivid days. so much longing i actually forget to live in the now.
white nights that will turn into grey days. the sun came out today but it was still colder than a mf.
i find myself, whenever i get the chance to look for last minute trips. scrolling up and down, imagining the feels when i finally book that ticket to that seasalt smelling, palms surronded, sunrays reaching all over my skin, island. sometimes it feels so nice that i actually feel even worse when i realize i’m still sitting at same damn seat, the subway seat that is.
but soon. the overjoyness shall come and yes, that day will come.
and even i will live in the now.