Lights as petals
05/05/2003 05:11 p.m.
I'm still here. Though currently suffering from a lack of creative juices. Running a little low having done a lot of manditory, mundane and trivial things lately. Not to mention exams are on their way - Though I'm sure that some polititians would disagree, I don't feel that the Liberal reforms of Edwardian England are particularly inspirational, creatively speaking. I need fresh air and a chance to breath {windrushflowflutter.... OR something}




I may go kite flying. I haven't done that since I was about seven and I feel the need to get something up, flying somewhere. In that early summer haze. Nice feelings in the air at the moment, makes me restless. Hippyish. I seem to be able to flick the hippy-switch on very quickly as of late. I'm considering investing in a VW van and some cheese-cloth shirts. I already have the daisies in my hair and a certain obsession with Bob Dylan among others.....


Stamp feet to territory's soil. Gasp, pulling at threads between us... What am I talking about. Emotions are difficult to put into words at times, which is why I feel my poems are quite often clumsy and inarticulate in their explanation. Perhaps thats what makes me attempt, to try and make something from the lyrical stutters......




Freckles are spreading across my nose again. Shine on, sun.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to Placebo