December 2009
6 posts
homeward bound
How I long to be homeward bound.
lone forester
Surrounded by people, utterly alone. Sometimes, when it’s really quiet, you can hear the monkey spinning the cogs in my brain. These are not my thoughts, just cogs a going.
through the roof, underground
forest dweller, collect me
“People always say you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing,...”
cream dreams
I’ve been thinking a lot about, life? Something like that. Right. It’s so anti-climatic. No big bang, no explosions… just wimpers and thumps. I guess I shouldn’t expect so much. Expectations are the downfall. Put myself out there? Not so much. Just not happening.