there's not much actually that i can say, things are happening, things are moving, things are staying the same. the heavens have opened and the world looks like a different place now, but maybe that is because of my nostalgia, my memories of the last time it was december the 18th, or maybe my memories of the last time everything was covered in white and i asked to walk you home "in case you slipped over" (but me being the one who kept slipping, grabbing onto your tiny, tiny shoulers for support, thinking i might break you), or maybe it is just that i have seen a whole new world, one accross the sea, to the west of here, one where people move differently, where their stares mean different things. not only do they speak a different language, their actions are different too.
Friday, 18 December 2009
same or new
so, adventures have been pouring out in full swing, leaisons have been pouring out in full swing, and dreams have been pouring out in full swing.
there's not much actually that i can say, things are happening, things are moving, things are staying the same. the heavens have opened and the world looks like a different place now, but maybe that is because of my nostalgia, my memories of the last time it was december the 18th, or maybe my memories of the last time everything was covered in white and i asked to walk you home "in case you slipped over" (but me being the one who kept slipping, grabbing onto your tiny, tiny shoulers for support, thinking i might break you), or maybe it is just that i have seen a whole new world, one accross the sea, to the west of here, one where people move differently, where their stares mean different things. not only do they speak a different language, their actions are different too.
there's not much actually that i can say, things are happening, things are moving, things are staying the same. the heavens have opened and the world looks like a different place now, but maybe that is because of my nostalgia, my memories of the last time it was december the 18th, or maybe my memories of the last time everything was covered in white and i asked to walk you home "in case you slipped over" (but me being the one who kept slipping, grabbing onto your tiny, tiny shoulers for support, thinking i might break you), or maybe it is just that i have seen a whole new world, one accross the sea, to the west of here, one where people move differently, where their stares mean different things. not only do they speak a different language, their actions are different too.
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