Why is it that there is never enough time in the world?
I try to tidy my room often, but there’s always something in the way. Im never home between 8.45am and 6.30pm and when i get home Im making diner or doing homework.
I want to live under water… When you hold your breath underwater, for a few seconds, time doesn’t exist. You cant hear anything or feel heavy. When you look up out of the water the distorted image of the sky looks as though your where your meant to be. Like your looking in on some other secret world and you belong under here. Like your on the wharf looking down into the sea.
I often think in the early mornings, after i hit the snooze button, when time will stop. It keeps shoving and pushing and forcing me into situations and frankly i have had enough. Leave me be, in bed with cherry the bear.
