It'll be sad when this is all over. You scared?

Up hill muddy walks, climbing tree branches and grazing knees.
Stitching back together broken stories, one at a time, limb by limb.
Swinging legs over the sides of sofas, candy watches telling static time.

Thinking too much again

Summer,2003.

Cafe roofs/living room floors/ grassy knolls
We were just market hall kids.

don't worry. things will be ok. x

So i may have lied when i said it wasn't for anything

Remembering exactly.

p.s.Can we pretend i took this please? okay, yeah. Thanks.

Summer '09

I'm watching you watching them watching us.
Passing through empty stations.....this is me leaving.
I told you i would.


Some days things don't fit.
Up turned tables and lofty open spaces, aimlessly running fingers through hair, watching shadows for answers.

Blocks of colour.

You're not listening now.

Time to leave. Time to start.

Wedged between two pieces of wood the serpent eats its own tail.

I miss Texas

Music made for Sundays

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDyfn_gB_s8