Friday, 12 September 2014

You know, you know where you are with floor collapsing falling, bouncing back and one day, I’m gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

Sunday, 7 September 2014

So hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden, hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden and I'll, I'll bring a nice icy drink to you

They can’t believe
that the loveless people
the streets
the loneliness
the walls
are mine too.
And when I hang up the phone
they think I have held back my secret.
I don’t write out of knowledge.
When the phone rings
I too would like to hear words
that might ease
some of this.
Charles Bukowski

Listen to the inward voice and bravely obey that, do the things at which you are great, not what you were never made for