mellow

mixed playlist on my office laptop nestled in its docking bay at 6gcp3flr. a little lack of motivation for writing 7 pieces of a long report. low key confusion about emotions, expectations and people. half hearted texts to people in india telling them to come online and chat na, i don't get time like this no more. a half chewed word doc across 2 screens. a half smile, a half dream playing with my face. a headache lurks just beyond my temples, but i'm too peaceful to even pop the waiting saridon in my purse. saturday, 5.20 pm, pitch dark, london.
africa would have crickets.