Somewhere Only We Know

Don't feel like alighting, or doing anything in particular. 'd just like to keep riding and riding and riding on.

Suddenly the line between possibilty and impossibility is becoming ever so blurred, where the latter seems to be encroaching into the former's territory and i no longer no how or where to stop.

They keep saying, repeating, reminding they say; nagging i'd say, to reflect. Then the demoralisation cycle restarts itself. Its a natural thing to not want to think about the negative, about what upsets. But irony in itself, it also is inevitable to continuously do so. Wish I could say it wasnt all my fault.

Unlike many others, only 1 result has been revealed to me, so far. But soon the rest will come. Hopefully by then i can accept it and stop this reproachment.

There's so many things that i'd like to do: just cuddled up in my jammies on my bed reading novels after novels to myself and taking up different characters and personalities and travelling through time, repeating favourite quotes one after another til i can memorize them, travellig from place to place (if not literally, then at least in my head), imagining a world that could have been/ would have been...


Ha, continue dreaming Tessa. Continue dreaming.


But a girl can have dreams, can't she?