|Only for the longest eternity, I want you by my side|
Just for a minute I want to close my eyes and forget that I have a magazine to conceptualize and a radio-program manuscript to write.
Just for a minute I want to sip on hot ginger chai (with whole fat milk).
Just for a minute I want a clean room, an organized study table and a devilishly beckoning unmade bed
Just one for a minute, I want to feel the hurried impatience of turning the page in a book I can't put down.
Just for a minute, I want to read as if there's nothing else to do.
Just for a heartbeat, I want the hollow, crashing sound of the waves resonating in my ears.
Just for a minute, I want nothing else to matter, except the peace I feel when I'm lying in bed.
Just for a minute, a lingering minute that does not want to leave, that shuffles it's feet at the door and keeps looking back as it's walking away -- just for that little diamond of a minute, I want today to feel as Saturdays should -- lazy and free and bed-lounging and jazz-playing, with the glittering promise of a sloth-y Sunday right ahead.
Sigh. Such is life.
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