The soft bloody nose

Psst.. Want to know a secret?

No, I lied, I don't have anything to tell you, just wanted you to notice me.. But maybe I should make one up.. A secret, an issue something to make me appealing. Yeah?
No.

You'll probably never read this, but it helps me to know you might be able to. Sorry for being a whinger.

Today was a nice day. And now I feel oh-so-dreamy and happy it's unbelievable, Creature Fear by Bon Iver came on at JUST the right time.

Study is actually being bearable, quite nice almost.. How silly of me. Hope I see some swoopings tomorrow. Sorry this post is really un-poetic or creative. Tomorrow maybe.

Wish me luck.. What for? For nothing.

x

Maybe forever.

It's raining. It's raining and it is so beautiful. The dark grey sky holds tinges of brown and patches of light. It has a certain brooding uncertainty to it, a constant movement. The steady drip of raindrops from budding branches is one of the most lovely things I have ever seen. The soft movement and quiver of everything is simultaneously exciting and calming. This weather is probably one of my absolute favourites. I'd like it to continue for a long time, washing away all of our conceptions and ideals, leaving a damp clean slate.

Please?

I read somewhere... "The moon is very lovely. And very, very old." It was so simple and lovely it made me want to cry a little. I wrote it on a lovely stolen post-it with a lovely stolen pen.

19 days more... 19 days. What then? Help me?

I've got no excuse,

x