the written word. the printed word. words picked over. words discarded.

this must be the place. talking heads.
you sexy thing. hot chocolate.
write this down. george strait.
save a prayer. duran duran.

white ground. dark woods.

here be monsters. what would it be like to be a character out of C.S. lewis's Narnia?
Perhaps, even a magical being out of Charles de Lint's novels.
i flatter myself thinking that i would be one of the sidhe, dark or light, it doesn't really matter. something delicate. heartbreaking.
with lady luck watching on though, chances are i'd probably end up goblinkind.

blurty feels like outer space. i am not sure what outer space feels like but it must be just like blurty. so full yet so empty. we are one of the few who remain, writing away thoughts that pop and sizzle, perhaps more a flicker, than a full-blown sparkle.
it's okay. i'm okay. you're okay.
the art of writing. for me it is intimate. it used to be intimate. now i jot down songs like a to-do list.

"i could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favourite movie"...cinema by benny benassi/gary go

so cool, i wish i had come up with that line. crisp air, yellow sun, purple skies, stars bright, whenever, whereever, this song works. all time, all moods.

kiss cam by arkells.
what an awesome song.

life is about coming to terms with should have, would have and could have.

restless. counting down the days to a deadline that i have created. the skies remain shaded and i feel myself becoming unglued at the seams. my bones hurt with the cold. that is a strange feeling. i do not feel invincible...i have not felt invincible in a long, long time.
is that a part of growing up? the heart beats. the days grow short. i am at a loss.
life is about beginnings and endings.

rocking to sheb wooley's "purple people eater."

been working on a story of sort for a while. and i have reached the point where i am not sure where does the story lead...is it about an awakening? forgiveness? is it about dreams that live in one's heart and never seem to see the light of day...
i shall persevere

october feels like summer. i feel mixed up. i meant to work on my pencil drawings but i haven't. i mean to do a lot of things. why am i waiting?

october around the corner. october always seems to be full of promise. an awakening? an ending? a little bit of both? i'm glad blurty got itself sorted out. it was weird for a while there.

it is hot. muggy hot. the sky is white and the skin burns uncomfortably in the daylight hours. i won't allow myself to think much. words do not come. will not be given a chance to rear their pointy heads and prick me aware.
watching season three of 'true blood'
beginning to watch season three. pacing through the episodes in a leisurely manner.
just floating through these days of summer.

take the curved bone of a word and thread it through...the skin that holds you together.
the letters separate
tattooed
painted
pricked
in
out
away
forgotten
never

ever.

what's the story behind the story? my world becomes smaller with each day that falls away. reading books, looking at pictures, listening to music and none of it really sticking, staying, colouring me rainbow. i am alone and yet i am not. i am lonely and yet i am not. i am hope. i am despair.
picture this...open ground, falling away, the edge of a cliff that is everything, nothing...will i keep running? am i even running?

music that has stuck to the inside of my ribcage:

pumped up kicks-foster the people
this must be the place-talking heads
glamorous sky-hyde
tighten up-the black keys
little lion man-mumford and sons
jesse's girl-rick springfield

in case i forget for i am fickle and am distracted easily.

i don't come here everyday. piecing words together into sentences is hard work. these days i prefer to limit my thinking. how shallow of me. i am okay. you are okay. am i okay? are you okay?
i am existing. jello-blob floating in a sea of uncertainty. i am having a tough time spelling. i see a word, an everyday type of word and find its very existence odd.
its okay to be a dreamer. it takes mad skills to be a dreamer, to remain one with eyes fixed firmly to the skies.

i wanted adventure. i tripped up. be careful what you wish for. you just might get it. what an ominous statement. i fell, like alice but minus the cheshire cat with his pithy words of wisdom.
where is the star that will guide me to who i used to be...?

i have grown lazy. i have become dumb.