I guess my writer’s block is gone then.

[janestarz]

Try to picture this: me
Sitting in this half-lit room
The sun is the last to wake up
I was waiting for the mailman to come

There’s some bread waiting to get warm
And the coffemachine makes his
Noises and it comforts me somehow
Knowing that it’s stll thesame this
Life

But if it’s thesame then it means that
You’re not here and nothing’s changed
I must still be waiting for the mailman
Coming over electric memory lane

Ani’s playing well that’s something
I didn’t do but it helps I’m sure
She sings of life and the world and I guess
She knows that nothing’s changed

When I get up to pour some coffee
In one cup not two, it means that reality
Finally starts to become more real to me
And I realize that you
Are
Not
Here

With me

The sun’s not even awake really and it seems
Winter makes her more sleepy then ever
And the mailman too and probably you
And me as well



Last night was fun with Mirror. I stayed in school from after class until eight pm, trying my best to not start working on that report. I am so bad, making up excuses why not to start (“maybe I need to check…read…see…” “I should have brought my book”) and chatting with my friends from Mirror. They were so nice to me, it’s been a while since I last saw them. John, Rutger, Bram, Elise, Govert and Arno…
The plays were okay, there were some pretty amazing moments. Sam did very well on his rage, it just poured out in one big explosion which somewhere scared me. So that was good acting.

After the aftertalks we went to the Jug, to have a couple of drinks. It was much fun talking to them again.

Endconclusion: I want to be on stage again. With the Tommies or in theatre…hm.