Coversations

Words chase words as I get lost in your voice.

Nothing ever makes sense on a sunday.

Cosmic

When we're together I feel the planets align.

Words

I think i miss you, but I don't really think it's you i miss.

Choices

They can be rather confusing can't they.

Esmeralda the Fortune Teller

Sometimes it's nice to pretend to be someone else.

Hello Again

This holiday between shopping on Oxford St and beaching on the Italian Riviera I had a lot of thinking time to do (as one does). And I got to thinking about this blog and why I haven't posted since May 26. First I felt sad, then I felt guilty (we all know what a bore that can be) and then I came up with an excuse I thought was rather nice which I'll share with you: It got too personal. I think my dad tried to ask me if I was gay because of this (in all fairness it is a rather unfortunately placed comma), people thought I was sad because of this, i got called "quite intense" I'm pretty sure because of this. And I started to worry that everything I posted would be taken literally so I started to censor myself which, in turn, kind of killed my creativity. But now I'm back (uncensored). I hope you're glad. I am. And please, comment. But don't ask me what I mean or who I'm talking about, because often it's nothing or no one at all.