I wonder what it feels like to wake up one day and have nothing to do, no task, no boxes to check, no places to be at no people to meet. To have nothing to do. To have the luxury called time. To wake up early and go for a run, to come back home and prepare a leisurely breakfast for yourself, then to dress up just the way you like it, take the time to take a proper bath and do your hair, do your nails take the pains of winging your eyeliner and triple coating your lipstick, just for you. The luxury of going out and window shopping, mindlessly wandering in and out of stores and trying on shoes without worrying about the ticking clock and places to be at and people to meet.
I wonder what it feels like. The luxury of having lunch alone at a bistro, ordering a meal and then not feeling anxious for it to arrive, smiling at the waiter and thanking him for his service. Then going ahead and ordering dessert because you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to come home in the evening and not have a pile of work to do, to simply change and browse through the movie channels until you finally find something you actually want to watch, to not have to stick with the news for the movies are long and you don't have time. I wonder what it feels like to know that you have no where to go and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to get into the kitchen and take your time in preparing a meal just for one, having fun while you're at it. Then taking the time to properly set the table for yourself and to sit and eat at peace, enjoying every bite, enjoying the solitude. No stress and no clock ticking for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to painlessly clean the kitchen up and do the dishes knowing that its only 10 and there is plenty of time to unwind for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet. Then to curl up on the sofa with a nice cup of tea and your new book and to have the pleasure of reading until you're groggy for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to take a hot shower, clean off your nail paint, to moisturize properly and untangle your hair, to take the time out for your own self for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
to be in bed at 12 knowing you will get a good eight hours of sleep and have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I'll take that, I'll take that in a heartbeat for I have a lot of places to be at and a lot of people to meet. I have a lot of pretenses to keep. But then I stop and wonder, how long will I be able to live that life, the life where I have no where to be at and no one to meet?
I wonder what it feels like. The luxury of having lunch alone at a bistro, ordering a meal and then not feeling anxious for it to arrive, smiling at the waiter and thanking him for his service. Then going ahead and ordering dessert because you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to come home in the evening and not have a pile of work to do, to simply change and browse through the movie channels until you finally find something you actually want to watch, to not have to stick with the news for the movies are long and you don't have time. I wonder what it feels like to know that you have no where to go and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to get into the kitchen and take your time in preparing a meal just for one, having fun while you're at it. Then taking the time to properly set the table for yourself and to sit and eat at peace, enjoying every bite, enjoying the solitude. No stress and no clock ticking for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to painlessly clean the kitchen up and do the dishes knowing that its only 10 and there is plenty of time to unwind for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet. Then to curl up on the sofa with a nice cup of tea and your new book and to have the pleasure of reading until you're groggy for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I wonder what it feels like to take a hot shower, clean off your nail paint, to moisturize properly and untangle your hair, to take the time out for your own self for you have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
to be in bed at 12 knowing you will get a good eight hours of sleep and have nowhere to be at and no one to meet.
I'll take that, I'll take that in a heartbeat for I have a lot of places to be at and a lot of people to meet. I have a lot of pretenses to keep. But then I stop and wonder, how long will I be able to live that life, the life where I have no where to be at and no one to meet?
Beautiful ending. Aaaala. Keep it up :-)
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