Staring at the page. Still.
On top of a pile of boring textbooks and tables with numbers, and graphs and hand-written notes.
There lies in-between the lines i am reading over and over again the little red threat.
Ignore it.
Even better, hide it with my flashy green highlighter used to signify the important information to be stored in memory.
No use. Still there.
Trying to read. Highlight. Take notes. Remember.
Still there. That little red threat.
Pull it. Follow the threat along the lines.
To worlds where important information cannot be highlighted. To worlds without numbers, without highlighters, without time. To worlds with lovers and bodies and kisses and stars and jasmine-smelling nights of August.
Daydreaming is my favorite office activity...
On top of a pile of boring textbooks and tables with numbers, and graphs and hand-written notes.
There lies in-between the lines i am reading over and over again the little red threat.
Ignore it.
Even better, hide it with my flashy green highlighter used to signify the important information to be stored in memory.
No use. Still there.
Trying to read. Highlight. Take notes. Remember.
Still there. That little red threat.
Pull it. Follow the threat along the lines.
To worlds where important information cannot be highlighted. To worlds without numbers, without highlighters, without time. To worlds with lovers and bodies and kisses and stars and jasmine-smelling nights of August.
Daydreaming is my favorite office activity...
Very very nice. Aresen mou polla. Looking forward to more posts in English
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