2005-07-19 _ 12:18
Being stuck
Still can't think of anything else than her. Lay awake tonight and listened to the pouring rain, while writing another poem with my mobile phone. Not too comfortable to write with it, but I managed it somehow. Now I hope, that the preview for the poem will display here at dA soon. Until now, no picture appears.
I'm stuck here at work (well, better: practical course) for three months now and it is not as interesting as I thought it would be. I'm sitting in an empty bureau with neither a picture nor a calendar on the walls. Just an old - and yellow-brownish - Mac monitor, three boxes with some stuff, an old lam