This week I learned how to inject crack safely. I've been thinking about truth and learning and how learning should change who you are/who you become.... I've learned more in one week than a bloody long time. Exciting and scary, but good.
Also, here is a song I'm working on:
Still
The street-side fruit stands and equally bright coloured mountains of shirts and
knickknacks without end.
We skirt round edges, opening doors
Trying on hats
Fat snowflakes blurrrrrr, it turns into
A vivid pillowfight, difficult to forget
And time will move on,
Perhaps nothing will change,
But that’s ok, that’s ok
Fishing for the best treat in the midst of chaos, messy,
with no answers, lots of questions.
We skirt round edges, opening doors
Avoiding eyes
Apologetic, peering into crinkly faces, then the ground
Brown slush stirred up by speedy cars
Being on the brink of a place a step and a thousand away
In the same time, same space
Perhaps everything will change
And that’s ok, that’s ok
laugardagur, febrúar 26, 2011
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