careless youth

December 9, 2012

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by the time I woke up, the sun was already low. I lingered in bed a little longer; quiet. warmth creeped in between the drapes and I noticed that the window was dirty. as I drank my first cup of coffee, darkness began to set down. Saturday nights out, filled with gin, cigarettes and loud music, always mean that I miss out on the next day. youth has made me careless. we didn’t care whether anybody saw us, either.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.

blog: http://enjoythewait.org

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