There will be no exchange of hands.

For a second I felt so brave,
Flowing through fault lines,
Wearing on my mind.

maybe i fell too fast;

maybe i pushed you away.

A wind came down.

Build your castle, start collecting stones, and the riverbed shall not be your home.

i miss you too.

Headlights or tailights, its a flip of a coin, but one day this coin will be worthless.

There was this book I read and loved, the story of a ship who sailed around the world and found that nothing else exists beyond his own two sails and wooden shell. And what is held within all else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp and debate what's truly permanent, but when the wind starts to shift well, there's no argument now. I sing and drink and sleep on floors and try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me. So when I'm suffering through some awful drive you occasionally cross my mind, it's my hidden hope that you are still among them, well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. Each time a curtain opens, sunlight pours in, a lifetime melts away, and we share a name on some picturesque grave.

There are things that are best left unknown.

Oh hands, don’t fail me now
They’re the only things I have left
Oh fingers, don’t let me down now
They’re the only things that I’ve got
Oh world come, come crashing down now
Oh hands don’t fail me now
Oh let me become deaf and mute to this
Oh hands don’t fail me now.

'As Our Lady of Disco, the Divine Miss Gloria Gaynor, has always sung to us,

"We will survive." '

The scenery grows.

Something is always happening in this city.
I get posters through the front door for gigs and club nights and posters in the street for clubs and venues and reminders from at least 4 different people of which is the cheapest/best night each night.
I could honest to god spend this entire year going out and checking out every club night and every venue and still have missed something awesome just around the next coner.
Music and dancing fuels everything. I dont even feel like I have to drink to have a good time. I just feel like I need good music and strobe lighting.
Art ideas speed up at me everytime we get a brief at uni, and it's incredible speaking to people who also want to do art for the rest of their lives.
I will never get tired of the rush i get when someone I speak to has heard of the same obscure artist/band/film that i have. Connections. Thats what im making right now.
In many senses of the word...

You're a part time lover and a full time friend.

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train,
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body swings from side to side,
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else,
But you.
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me,
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else,
But you.

You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.

I have never been good at hiding my feelings,
i have always been guilty of heart-on-the-sleeve,
i guess sometimes i just want you to notice,
and sometimes i wish i would too.
It's the strangest thing but i always seem to write about you, in the end, even if it isnt directly, even if you is a nameless person, a stranger, a lover, in the end, my you is always you.
dont be confused, my sense is there, it just hides behind silly twee 4 liners and generalising pronouns. that makes it easier to talk about 3 different people at once, but look like im talking about one.
i wouldnt want to look fickle, now would i ? ;)

Someone in some future time will think of us.

"The gleaming stars all about the shining moon
Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid
In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth
with clear silver light."

abandoning the arty noncy crap for one sec...;

I LOVE THIS SHOW.

A Year In The City.

This is the view out of my window every evening.
I feel so connected to EVERYTHING.
It's like, i can walk out of my front door and SOMETHING is happening somewhere close by.
I am going to start a project entitled A Year In The City.
What it will entail yet, i couldnt tell you.

Words, pictures, feelings.

you tell me it's just growing pains.

but it still scares the shit out of me.

I'd kill for an adventure.

flux
  
–noun
1. a flowing or flow.
2. the flowing in of the tide.
3. continuous change, passage, or movement