Waiting Round The Letterbox

“dear boy

this is girl. my head is full of knowledge and my heart is full of feeling and somewhere in the middle it all is meant to meet. i don’t know where. there is no mapbook. so i get in my car and i drive. i drive to the east and drink coffee with my mother. then i sit in a lecture room with people who have no idea how noisy it is inside my head. so i drive west and look at the waves crashing. i go central and drink coffee in a movie theatre watching someone else’s take on life. i laugh a lot and then it’s dark and i drive through and around the city. i watch the lights and find peace somewhere. i drive south and say goodbye to more friends at the airport. and then i drive north and i find myself at home, writing you again. “


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