..sunset.

A year with Martin. Being with him has added meaning to my life. The times we spent together doing absolutely nothing brings me to imagine how little it takes to make me happy. The clay-making meant he listened and the late night phone calls meant he cared. When I am with him, sparks ignite in my heart, the way he tilts his head in the sun and an answer creeps in through my own body.

The 3 hour train ride every weekend sets me at peace and the only time I can see him. For me, it is like a getaway. Bathing Minnie and Mickey in the sun reminds me of how old they are getting. I love them like my own. And sometimes I cannot help being a little jealous and wish I will be able to spend my years with Martin for as long as I can too.

The city never sleeps, even in Burwood, when I sit calmly on my bed or while I am at work (which I have quit now). I ponder around sleeplessly in the dark. My room is unorganized, a state of clutter. I reach  for my blackberry but it drops through my bed frames with a loud clang. I groan, find it and with it I muster enough laziness to press play. Another season of Friends before I go to bed tonight