its raining again.
my eyes stare blankly out of the window, trying to trace the paths of those raindrops. in the room a voice without a body is droning on about digital photograps and retouching.
i should be listening but my mind is somewhere else again, wandering around a memory of coffee and proseco and good conversations. i can still remember the way his hair smelt. sandalwood and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. i can smell it in my dreams.
but no, i can't daydream now. i have to pay attention. bitmap, rasterbased programs, pixels.. all words that should be forming ideas within my head but all that i can think about are light green eyes that can look right into my soul.
and once again i start to daydream. about things that could have been and might have been and now will maybe never be.
personally, i think daydreaming is deadly.
especially for hopeless romantics like me... .