I'm in the mood. Hah.

Need a hug.
A big, strong, deep hug.

I feel like I just want to sit down by the roadside and watch scurrying feet click off the pavement to their empty destinations.

I want to dress myself in swirls and chiffon,
big trumpet sleeves and flowy-bell pants,
sleek wedges and killer stilettos,
loads of bangles clashing colours
long long necklaces of glass beads, wooden beads, acrylic beads, pagan pendants,
nude makeup, sheer, naked liptint,
tie my hair in my little ponytail...
and walk on for miles and miles and miles with no clear destination,
the only purpose is purgation and a sense of nothing all around.

Aye.

And, no one familiar to stop me in the streets when I'm in this mood so I don't have to make meaningless small talk and smile and laugh as though I'm really enjoying bumping into a familiar face in a nation of strangers.

Well I suppose in a way, bumping into a familiar face when one is in such a mood would jolt you back to reality--but maybe I don't want that jolt just yet.

Maybe I want to indulge in all the frivolity of that mood so that maybe I may cleanse my mind of all that is murky and slimy.

It's called purgation.
Catharsis.
And it's something I strongly believe in.

But there are little things I'm thankful for.
Friends, dinners, studying.

Aye. :)