expectations. i guess i'm learning about expectations,

letting go.

sometimes my head, my feelings, seem such strangers... cordial, polite, acquaintances at a dinner party. perhaps. perhaps not a dinner party, but housemates. that respect each other. but don't quite get it. or have different timetables, their own... lives... their... own.. their own space...

their own different rythmns of introversion, extroversion.

sigh.


listening to: blur 'park life'