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