Cold Londrina Nights

[dotinthesky]

Life is quiet, lonely and fast in Londrina. Did I arrive yesterday? Or before yesterday? Time has blended everything together. The TV is on its last legs, the apartment is cold, and my only company is a tiny sausage dog who sleeps all day underneath blankets.

I've burned my retinas on the internet, but even this is becoming boring. Too much internet makes me want to delete this journal. I've been feeling lazy and restless. I wish my boyfriend were here.

I'm scanning photos of myself tomorrow. All ages. I'll be making a post very soon with one photo per year of my life, starting with a newborn one and going all the way to my big 30.

Comments

[msanthropist.livejournal.com]

This post reminds me of the lyrics of one of my favorite songs...
"It's lonely and it's quiet...
(and the horse soldiers are coming. And I think it's time I strung my bow and cease my senseless runnin'...)
Recognize it? Elton John's "Indian Sunset"

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

No, never heard that song! At first, I thought you might be referring to Kate Bush's "Toy Soldiers" (I think that's what it's called...)