june 25th, and its all fucking over. no worrying about what train to catch, how long its going to take, traffic, parking, people asking for lifts. fuck that shit ima have a bike and im going to ride it to my hearts contempt (or until i run outa money for petrol…)
she effortlessly glides around as if in a cloud with not a care in the world, the weight of the world on her shoulders but she piles more on, with a smile that cant be taken off her face, energy that cant be shaken. stong but graceful, firm but fair. she smiles i smile she laughs i laugh..
winter draws closer, the days shorten and my so does my temper.
little things; wet shoes, too many jumpers, the rain. I would trade every single rainy indoor movie day in the world for endless sumer. im over winter and it isnt even here yet
its just words, they wont flow i can try all i like to produce something to let something flow from the inner reaches of my conciousness, try and fucking produce something deep and meaningful but i cant.
i write a paragraph or two check for spelling and then actually read it, and its superficial crap.
its not what i want to write i dont wanna make up shit i wanna show some real meaning something that maybe someone will read and think “you know what i actually get that i can relate to what he’s thinking.”
but it wont come out.
this is a start maybe ill be able to let some feelings loose onto a page some time soon…
fuck winter,
fuck its wind and rain,
fuck its wet grass on your canvas shoes,
fuck its ability to stop me from skating,
fuck winter blues,
fuck wet boards,
fuck leaks,
my question is where the fuck is summer at?
effortless,
she doesnt try she looks like she slept in a bath of golden light, has a careless smile.
eyes that stare deep into you eyes that scare you because one look could tear you apart from the inside out, silently killing you.
you watch every step, careful, delierbate.
one false mood and you’ll be knee deep.
