stars

Oh it's sitting on the tip of my tongue
as we're quietly strolling along.
I've been meaning to tell you for so long now
that it's got me stuck in a hold somehow.
You're looking me right in the eye.
We stop still and the world rushes by
and as I struggle to hide it inside I find that
I lack the courage to tell you.
And all I can manage to say is

"You are by far my favourite.
and I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favourite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favourite too."

You're looking at me ever so strange.
I guess it's time I should really explain.
You see I'm ever so glad that I met you now
I'm constantly being amazed at how you
make all my troubles dissolve.
Every kiss leaves me wanting another and my
heart hits the floor when I see you.
And I feel so sure when I say that

"You are by far my favourite.
And I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favourite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favourite too."

So will you forgive this stuttering fool?
This mess of a girl? Oh, please don't be cruel.

Cause you are by far my favourite.
And I've been thinking it's about time that you knew.
That you are by far my favourite.
And I hope that I'm by far your favourite too.





x

searching for the inner man

Society invents a spurious convoluted logic tae absorb and change people whae’s behaviour is outside its mainstream. Suppose that ah ken aw the pros and cons, know that ah’m gaunnae huv a short life, am ay sound mind etcetera, etcetera, but still want tae use smack? They won’t let ye dae it. They won’t let ye dae it, beacuse its seen as a sign ay thir ain failure. The fact that ye jist simply choose tae reject whit they huv to offer. Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting oan a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mouth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose life.

- Trainspotting.

poe-eht?

Apply pressure to my mind,

for it is wounded.
I am leaking forth,

uncontained.
Hold me back from destruction,

for I shall surely fail.

On the brink of disaster,

or creation;

one cannot decipher my concievement from my ultimation.

Farewells are tangy and cold

upon the softly naive lips of an infant.

These gratitudes become meaningless obstructions

to life.

budapest, ultimate favourite.

So, in one months time, I COULD have been working here. But university starting is a bitch, and has prevented me from doing so. UGH.

Anyway, today I arrived in Rome, pretty much beautiful. Got hit on by the hostel worker who told me i have beautiful eyes, and got free pastries at the coffee shop I colonised. Hoping to see a few of the nicies that happen to habitate this lovely city tomorrow, they are the sweetest girls.

On a downside the small bladder disease has returned... or that could have been the half a litre of pineapple juice, 2 bottles of water and 2 cappucinos... unsure.

I miss you when you're gone.

x

when i get back we're having a cowboys and indians party

Today I:

saw Michelangelo's David

saw a Stradivarius violin

felt like I looked nice

got told I was beautiful by a random Italian boy, who proceeded to have a civilised conversation with me

got a lucky turtle

went and ate lunch with the a new nice friend from Budapest

went on an adventure

saw a 10 million dollar artwork

tromped about

ate gelato

took a step into another dimension

realised how lovely Florence is

genuinely had a really really nice day.

Plus it is much warmer here, which is sweet. Maximum of 16 predicted for Roma on Tuesday KEEN AS A FUCKING BEAN.

also,

Travel tricks:

wearing my bag under my coat - secure AND a preventative against bag/hood issues.

if lost, ask anyone who: a) has a child or b) looks like my mother, if they speak English. Chances are they won't be insane as most people are here.

wear nice clothes, it makes me feel so much happier about my day.

Only 1 month and 2 weeks until I leave to come home. Inexplicably looking forward to/not looking forward to it.

x

bursting

why should he come back through the park?

you thought that you saw him but no you did not

it's not him who'd come across

the sea to suprise you

not him who would know

where in London to find you

with sadness so real that it populates

the city and leaves you homeless again

steam from the cup and snow on the path

the seasons have changed from present to past

the past

turns whole to half

the path

why should he come back through the park?

you thought that you saw him but no you did not

who can be sure of anything through

the distance that keeps you

from knowing the truth

why would you think your boy could become

the man who could make you sure he was the one?

the one

my one

x