Tuesday, 17th November 2015

Here's an old post from 2 1/2 years ago:
Monday, 27th May 2013

Rid yourself of these habits, cycles ridden to insanity. Getting woken up by early morning messages. Telepathic meetings. Never letting go. Leave. The house. Dropping off baggage before the flight. Sunlight. Walking. Putting yourself under the rolling pin. Diving beneath the cyclist. Hot air balloons and reading without thought. Deface the paintings, throw them into the fire and burn the memory out of your mind. Cast the hook into the river without any hope of a catch. A perfect match. A flame that survives just long enough to light the fire without burning your fingertips. Blow it all out. Only silence now another sad feeling that will never go. A haypile stacked upon shoulders waiting for the back to break. Don't move. Don't speak. Not until they have all left and then you can dance and shout truthfully. A silent spot disappears. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. A question. A real question. All scripts and no substance, only in the deepest times do you really know anyone. No words. A look in the eyes. All you've ever needed to know about someone is just waiting there. And if you care, don't let them know. Don't give yourself away. Still just silence. More questions, more cycles, another dried piece of grass. All this is now is blindly walking in a field. The end of the earth on one side and more earth on the other. Misunderstood. Potentials never met or seen. Admiration for those who make it. A scream.