27 april, 2012.

it’s just after midnight. it’s stormy outside—so windy that my door stays open of its own accord. wind whips through my hair, blows sticky notes and stray pieces of paper across my room, carries away my rubber slippers so that i am forced to chase after them down my corridor. outside there is thunder, but no rain, not yet. inside, i sit at my desk, hands wrapped around my ever-present cup of earl grey, eating grapes and listening to let’s go sailing’s the chaos in order, my go-to stormy-weather album. i am trying not to think of the internships i haven’t gotten, of emails no one will reply to, of exams i haven’t studied for and suitcases that haven’t been packed. because i have this: a rainy night, a cup of tea, good music, and peace. and maybe, at least for tonight, it is enough.