It's messy. It's getting old.

In awareness comes the new found glory of it all. run run run, slowly... turn the corner and stop. Watch the others controlled by other qualities. Kiss turn, kiss just miss. kick dust. however, it’s always more than just kicking dust. Don’t hold frame. wine. red wine. kneel. lean back, arch your back. You feet leave the ground. Hold frame. then, swallow. move to reach, you can’t quite reach. attempt to make it. When the hands around your neck grip tighter. breath. Velvet and mud lie idle. It’s black here. in here. cold and warm. Flashes of light flicker through. Thoughts of the old days. Leah! please try to avoid the taxi club. it's getting old.  It’s often hard. Wait, move forward. Don’t hold frame. 

Gravity

I entered the old and broken however beautiful building and it filled me with wonder. Refer to the pictures below... It was a strange day followed by a strange night. On reflection, it's quite something when you experience new things all together. Like gravity just quietly took my hand and led me where to go. There was a period over the course of the weekend which lasted about one hour where I thought, well I ventured here alone, am I going to leave alone? Then, gravity quietly took my hand again and led me to beauty. I could go into to detail however, I would just feel like somewhat of a nonce. Although, I will say this; I did meet hair metal John. He was a bit of a laugh. Very rock esque, he had dropped acid and was drinking vodka straight from the bottle. I sat there and wondered how much longer he will be able to last. Then, an hour had passed and I saw him again at a gig. Then, another had passed and I saw him surround by his friends laughing and just generally being joyous. Honestly, I don't know how some people manage it. I mean, if it were me,  there is no way I could face four hundred people while on LSD. But then again, normally I like to be quiet. Which makes me wonder what a typical night for him would be. If I am to cross paths with him again I shall ask. However, that's provided he is coherent enough to say a sentence. 

Gravity

Momentary lapse of I don't know what the fuck. 

Clockwork Again - For Whatever Reason

I found it lying there next to my tired bed. 

Amongst the dirty clothes, old booze and pictures of broken things like you and I. 

It must have fallen from my pocket, 

Having been placed there at the moment of sleep. 

The clockwork again. 

But this little thing, sort of dirty, lies there, 

Ready,... almost asking to be forgotten. 

Its frail and a little faded, bleeding out its colours. 

Sad, kind of,... but not morose or regretted, 

We are just taught to put these things behind us. 

There seems no real significance to it, 

No meaning to suggest a deserved reverence, 

No demand for respect or benevolence, 

It doesn't even inspire the desire to keep it somewhere safe. 

No it's like the others I've found and placed in the recycle bin 

To be taken where it won’t exist anymore. 

Waste Management. 

Yesterdays are like that, their value is rarely known until they line up in a group and you find that they were the most important things you've ever thrown away.

11:44

Because, I don't know...

 

Today I Sought Refuge in Mother Natures Bosom

The state of TAFE - Double Hit

It's that time of the year again when I find myself

 sitting in the library eating sandwiches and

drinking energy drinks for hours on end.

 Then, as time goes by I come to realise that

 I have been here for too long and my mind

 

starts to wander. Hence me updating my blog

 while sitting in the library drinking energy drinks, 

double hit energy drinks no less. Then I think to myself,

 this is as much as I'm going to get done today. Even though documents are open

and I glance over them I just keeping think about heading home and watching 

some mindless television for a while then, perhaps I'll sit out in my

 ALTERNATIVE space, sip wine and dabble. Which makes me happy 

however, I'm even happier knowing that I have put a full days work into 

trying  to knock off some school work. Which, will all be over in a few weeks. 

Then... Possibly the best summer yet?  

On discovering news ways of being.

On recent occasions I have had frequent reminders about where my mind use to be at? Is at? Discovering new complexities with each new person I meet. Discovering new ways of being. Full frontal embarrassment soon follows through. If an awkward moment had the power to change one I think I would be Paris Hilton by now, in the sense of being so far removed from my initial self. I am left wondering... Thinking... Sometimes it is harder to overcome the embarrassment, sometimes it is quite easy. Like many things it varies, depending on how great a moment it was. I often find myself in moments of movement I often do not know how to react to. What would be ideal is if we were all able to never experience such situations. However, it begs the question; without such situations would I be far removed from initial self? One could go forth and take note and not dwell. It is hard however, I do often think I am not likely to care in due course.