Stopping, stretching, bending....Time....

"The window shows me another world,
another life.
I had forgotten this,
where was I.
I was safe at home,
now I'm lost again.
I like finding my way back.
I'm not the Time Traveller's Wife.
I go , he waits....
I run, he stays..." ----ME


So, I've returned, and how! The Drama Queen hasn't bothered to make her way to Swansea yet. She still lazes in London with very little care for what lies ahead of her. Her career, her life, her new travels....etc. Somehow, all that seems to have lost significance. Time stopped. Again. Since being in London I've been sipping on green tea and watching people from behind my sunglasses.

Last night was spent in Greenwich (where time begins), her highness had already consumed un-recommendable amounts of alcohol. I reached the quaint student dorm just in time to catch a game of cards. 2 pence coins were the glamorous chips, which were making and breaking destinies of the players. There was one other familiar face, that seemed reasonably happy to see me. There were a few unfamiliar ones. But henceforth they will not be. It was a night of gambling and more drinking and smoking. My lullaby last night was a funny episode of The Simpsons . Something about Homer and Marge put me at ease and my floating head came back and reattached itself . Time had stopped again. I was amongst friends, (well not...technically mine). People I didn't know too well and that was perfect. I was comfortable with the lack of intimacy.

We talked, listened to music, discussed things I cannot recollect at present.

Around midnight Ben and Loraine (long story cut short I met them the last time I was in Greenwich). Ben had just visited his grandfather at the hospital. In our attempt at making Ben forget about the trauma that lay ahead we asked him to perform his "beat boxing" in a little dormitory room. Needless to say it was a stunning performance, Manoj played anything from hip-hop to trance and Ben added his beat boxing to the tracks. It was almost surreal. As the night wore on, public began to evacuate Kjetil was gone long ago. Ben and Loraine left. So Elsa Manoj and me passed our peace pipe around and listened to "Multiple Orgasms" (...haha its music....refrain from bad thoughts)

I cannot remember when I passed out on the mattress somewhere between Elsa leaving and Marge yelling at Homer.

Anyway, I woke to the beautiful sun rays and a lovely breakfast at Pistachio's - a tiny cafe - in Greenwich. Elsa and I toasted ourselves under the rays while she enjoyed her Latte and I gobbled my vegetarian breakfast. Once all was eaten, I left to get to Hammersmith. I intentionally missed my bus to Swansea.

Instead I spent the afternoon by the riverside in Richmond drinking ale and feeding the ducks. The night saw me catching up with Daniel. Over a few vodka's we spoke of the last month and how we had spent it. Felt good.

Tomorrow I return to Swansea where my future awaits. So long I postponed going to the dreary town. Reality will strike tomorrow. I will have to wake up.