Blissfully enticing new days are becoming. When the old world sheds its skin and becomes the new world. When the dirty streets of the cold and quiet city fill themselves with cool breeze and sunny afternoons... Staring out the work window at the bustle of that world, Nothing makes me feel lonely anymore. He's like a box of crayons with which to colour my summer into new.
Contemplation and pondering... Is this something that I do too much? I suppose if one cannot live within there own head, they will be the first ones to crack under the pressure of lonliness and iscolation. I want to believe that no matter what goes down, no matter whether I find myself on that abandoned island- I won't have to blood stain a volley ball to keep myself sane.
"As the music roared, We moved through the crowd,
I kissed your lips, there was no one around..."
Your hearts all you've got, so why not use it? Constant smiles, ditzy eyes... The beaming rays of those lingering smells, tastes... It's physical, and radically infectious. I need another fix of my new addiction... But I suppose I'm too afraid to ever say so... Too much at stake to risk loosing it all.
Mmm... music is bringing a taste to my mouth. Mango smoothies and toasted croissants... Winter haze and smoke and rain. Vogue cigarettes and QV1 shirts. Back when I was young and stupid. Back when things like this didn't matter; where sex was as casual as coffee and brunch.
Things are different now, things mean what they didn't mean before... I think I have a conscience, and I like it. I know what I want now, more than I did back then.
There isn't much in this world that phases me, but who I used to be does. My past to me is a place I want to forget, I wish I could just live for the now without it all shadowing over my head like that.
"Without the Sun there would be no shadow. No number ones, noone shallow.
Without the sun there would be no shadow. Nowhere to run from the darkness within"
Lucky Lucky Lucky ol' me... I always seem to come up at the right time, perhaps I'm an opportunist? I suppose this opportunity would be stupid to miss, or to give up. After these past weeks gone I'm begginning to think I'm guided by a force much greater than luck.
Guitar Harps, wringing through my heart strings.
A simple lullaby, that cries to me from another planet.
Crying chords of melancholy fruit and apathy...
Sweet beautiful, Oh my sweet beautiful...
My sylvia and valentine.
Thumping heart sychronises to the drums,
rumbling in the deep of my soul.
Im in synch with life, with love, with myself.
Warm nights, long days, hard life but easy to breathe for once and again.
The great circle spins, with me stuck inside.
Over and over again, a simple cycle of pain and justification.
Of joy and light and shadow and colour...
Most of all colour and sound.
Free moving fingers over this keyboard with a full stomach and a cigarette in mind, an addiction that would be like giving up air.
New chapter, titled: Full moon under a suede blanket.
You're simple, but effective.
wooo
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