saturnineguise

I think I've been misplaced. I will remedy - even though I am an adept at hello-goodbye, I will try to keep the goodbyes to the middle of the night, years from now, with tears in the morning and a present on the kitchen table, sans note.


I stole an idea from a brilliant writer to ask what brilliant things of yours you would like me to see... please?


Also, another thing I've tried before - I want to know what you know, love, live, mimic.
So music recommend away!



love love

white rock exploded into perfect form
primary colours washing
back
the need to stay
in cities
near people

the quiet is a heart beat
muted for a mother's
anguish

the skulls
are not
crystal

the air
is not
new


but everything
is new

now.

i think, perhaps, this place has not changed since my father fled when he was seventeen...





where in the world are you?

i am in london apparently

it is
as it
always
was




yes, i've been quiet

but ink and paint and ones and zeros dance along as happily (and unhappily) as ever. you cannot stop the rain. and you cannot frown the sun away.

people are people, and i know, that it isn't just me.


i am land locked for the moment. whatever that means i couldn't tell you.


i think skipping ropes made of glucose make some of the best front covers. and i think memory, maybe, shouldn't be tainted by a hello again.

i am at a loss in the crowds. perhaps i've come full circle - but to what? these are onlywords, and onlywords make the best sort of regret.

i suppose a smile is a smile no matter what. and a dead body, to you, is something that is just a part of oneofthosedays.

i think i'm sorry for letting my memory taint my experience of you. or maybe i'm angry at you for changing the past, with small fingers and a vengeance.


you were.

that is all.