If you wrote a love song I get this sort of irritatingly resounding idea that it would not revolve around me.
This is one of the reasons I am glad you show no aptitude for music.
I hate the times when I look around at everything and go… everything- you are a pile of shit.
When dinner looks up at me from a big beautiful white plate and goes- I am foul organic matter that you are going to stuff into your mouth and chew.
When getting home after a long day at work means doing more work without being paid, for someone who doesn’t even notice, then I set about being a disgusting slob with a big belly full of food.
When I look at a bunch of scarves spewing out of my chest of draws and am offended by the sight of such untidiness but completely unmotivated to put them away.
When I realise I didn’t say I love you to anyone. Not in weeks. Not in months.
When I look at my alarm clock with utter hatred because it signifies the start of another day of pretending.
When I listen to the radio and hate everything I hear.
When I write 3 emails and get none back.
When I read up on some public figure that I respect and find out they are shit.
I hate the times when there is nothing in my life I would change yet quite inexplicably: I feel like shit.
When you venture curiously through those streets
Those unwinding streets
That lead you around corners to come across new places in your mind
Trains of thought uninterrupted and pure inspiration uncorrupted
Momentary impulses ripe for the following and paths of strangers begging for the borrowing. Blossoming scenes unfolding before you, and shadowy secrets beckoning you closer- what is it there amongst all of that magic that makes you think to pause and think of me?
Oh fine, no that's fine, totally fine.
cool with me.