fagged up. took a few puffs from someone within arms' reach. counter reset.
shite.
here's the [last minute] poem which rich, tristan + i came up with before our doc photography presentation.
Time stood still I once chanced upon a man,
who came from a distant land.
A land where time stood still,
He thought he had an iron will.
He took me by the hand,
and led me into his sacred land.
I followed him through the morning crowd.
It was bustling with activity,
but still embraced a sense of serenity.
People were engaging in their daily routines.
It was never telling of a brilliant scene.
Some were bathing in the limelight;
others could do no better than to sit under sunlight.
Adolescence was rampant in the area.
The streets were lined with a diversity of colours,
attracting both young and old.
Business was as usual for those who wanted a quick buck;
others were plagued with what else, but bad luck.
The day was already over for the weary,
I watched as a solitary creature longed for a change in routine.
But alas, this is the land where time stands still.
