I just realised looking a little closer that... oh my, how sweet.
To whom it may concern.
It’s done, one worry gone, replaced with a group of others forgotten behind the troubles of our age and times. We can’t fix it all, we can’t let it all hurt us and yet, if we are cold what will we see? what will we be allowed to become?
Did you know that marvel was sold? To disney for 4 billion dollars?
The funniest thing about these moments are that I couldn’t care less, oh my, oh my, on closer inspection I realise that this is it.
We speak through song, through language and literature. Communicate face to face, through screens, down lines, we do and we don’t and that is that. Comprehend? It doesn’t always compute, don’t worry, it only hurts a little and never for too long.
Goodness, when was the last time I looked at the news? The two ‘great’ men, one of my world and one that once ruled the rest met to speak on old stories they lost too long ago for anyone to care and yet, there it is as front page news. We removed them from government for a reason did we not?
In one of the driest countries in the world I find it hard to picture what the people in India must be going through at the moment, a death toll of 250 which is sure to rise to at least double the numerical count even if it never does reach official records, that’s usually the way it goes. Homes, crops, money, lives, all gone. But even worse than that one of Little Bristains actors ex husband’s has commited suicide after leaving a note on facebook. Goodness of course that should take a bigger headline, it’ll effect more people in the long run won’t it?
The press and every person out there who laps that kind of shit up makes me sick.
Look at the front page of these sites, they’re filled with self indulgent bullshit, things to make you feel better, make you want to keep on reading, to check back later, tell your friends.
What are you learning? Who are you helping? Does it feel good? Sinking into selfish delusions? The moment reality cracks and falls into your lap in an ugly heap, which god willing it will one day, it’d be ever so lovely to see the look on each and every pitiful face. How could it happen to me? How? HOW?
Stop and take a look at the rest of the world, learn something, give a shit, take your time and do something that matters.
Or just sit back and take it all in and smile, sip your drink and wiggle your cotton cushioned toes. It’ll all be fine in the morning.
won’t it?
I have no idea where he is, why?
that’s right that’s right, I forgot those parts, all blurry eye’d and arms held wide. I’m fine I’m fine, thats the point isn’t it? I need something to make this a little harder, that way that it hit, it still sits with me, while here I fit, I think, but why, but why?
Sorry, I didn’t realise, did you hear? I hit my head, so I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t realise.
did you hear?
so decisions made, I’m getting as new place, found the boy, the house, got a couple of toys, savin for the rest. Got the friends, the car, well not really but what do we need that for? So now we’re putting our roots down, got the bed, the books and record collection, a list of places we want to go, oh right, how does that work? One place to sleep and so so many others to dream? Create, want, something, it couldn’t really be just this could it? Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I got into that spot, the troublesome one where I made the mistake of going along the same lines of everyone else, never a problem if arrogance hadn’t haulted my progress. Blindness, nothing to do with the night, futures so so, so you gotta wear shades, sure sure, I see what you’re doing there, then again, what was that which I was saying?
the operation of breathing should not be located so close to the heart as swelling and unsustainable beats are likely to cause shortness of breath. Dizziness, often found in such situations can cause the owner to become light headed, suffer from rash actions and then as if nothing had ever occurred a short sharp darkness lasting only a second before blue and gold or green or brown situations arise and take in what ever the mind may have missed for that moment in time.
it’s beautiful to see, simple things thought long ago, given hand in hand today even when so much of it was taken from yesterday or before. Two hands against his chest, wrapped around it as he leant against the wall leisurely, it’s strange but lovely to see him in so sweet of a state.
Asleep, one of one is unlikely to be returned when the blacksmiths of the silent resistance mean for naught but to lie.
