do you believe in magic
in a young girl's heart



It was simply too good to wake up from. Heavy downpours and warm cosy beds are a lethal, surefire combination for sleeping in. Maybe it reminds us of being in our mothers' wombs, where we could snuggle and sleep while the fluids around pass us by. It's amazing how the loudness of the sounds of rain on rooftops is hardly a distraction to our sleep.

I lazed and snoozed for ages, somehow managing to belittle the importance of my meeting. I was so close to just hecking and skipping everything when the voice of reason shouted at me and asked me to wake up. Wake up my idea.

It's the last semester, last freaking core subjects, one and only fyp. Do it.

It's the weather and the company and the things we say. There's this temptation in the air to throw away the rules and have a carefree hippie time.

Of a house in the woods with a stream rushing by just behind you, where the weather is cool and the fire is warm. And your house is filled with all your favourite things, in all your favourite colours, where no one can and will tell you you're weird. To do all the things you like and break all the rules. To get into crises and danger and live to tell the tale. What a fantasy. Perhaps, in our own ways, we'll get there someday?



just take me to bohemia