Wednesday, July 25, 2007


I want to be a kid again
To pout my lips and wail
To be lifted up and consoled with reassuring promises of candy and a hug

I want to lie with my arms wide open on the grass
Feel the rain splattering on my face

I want to go jump and splash in a muddy poodle
And feel the water soak into my skin

I want to stare at the night time sky
And see the orion again

I want to stand by the shore
Waves crashing at my feet
And look for that seashell again

I want to talk the night away
And still have more to say

I want to bury my face
And feel safe again

I want to laugh at a sad joke
And cry for it again
Feel free and bound
And then free again

I want to sit by that sidewalk
And watch life passing by

I want my free fall
And I want my security blanket

I want to hold on to everything
And still not cling on to the past

I want to start each day
As though it is the first
And live each day
As though it is the last

I want to grab so much from life
That I feel I can't hold
I want to feel...

Lack of sleep and alcohol makes some people tired. In others, it induces illusions of untapped poetic potential.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I'm alive. Just in case anyone wondered :)

Like Uncle Osama leaks videos of himself to prove USA has not nailed him yet, this is just to say that I'am not dead, terminally ill, or kidnapped by aliens.

Just on a wonderful break from online civilisation, and plain old lazy.

See ya soon.

Be Good.

Actually, be bad, it's more fun that way ;)