In a perfect world where time answered to me, i would sit now for as long as i needed and unravel all of my feelings… understand them for myself and perhaps even share them with everyone else.
Time isn’t capitulating, though, damnit.
i’m too busy right now for the kind of introspection i crave. i’ll content myself for now with allowing it to come in trickles.
When i have the time to appreciate the experience a bit more, i’ll share some of my weekend here, i suppose. Not all of it. Some of it is not mine to share and some of it – while mine to give – is not for public consumption. i’ll savor it alone.
Tricks of the Trade (Paolo Nutini)
