Moss Bullets
such a strange feeling. to want to write so badly, but not knowing what to write.
"I've got nothing to write about". such a cop out.
how can anyone not have something to write about?
Every day you see something different, even if you don't notice it. every day there is some sort of change. routine? doesnt truly exist. there are too many happenings in the world for that. nothing is ever the same. who would want it to be?
today i got saved again, by music. music i havent heard before. i know it wont be the same. tomorrow it wont have the same colours, sounds, smells and textures. every day is an adventure...
today i semi played in puddles...so did the other 2 pans. we got to do that because of a mundane thing like a fire drill. i got to have flashes of non memories of The Bean and i playing around in puddles and giggling and laughing. wishes, dreams and hopes...because of a "mundane" happening.
its so easy to get stuck in the dreary every day outlook...and so exciting not to!
i do feel a bit stuck still. can feel the greyness threatening...at least it makes me angry now, not complacent,
i so wanted to write about happy things..purple trees and what not.
i need a change bigger than ....this. itchy soul feet. do souls get athletes foot?
itchy travelling feet too. Ireland calling strongly again. very very loudly. would so love to walk those streets again, feel the cold air on my face and smell the salty air in Dun Laoghire. Go swan feather hunting. go to that goth club and be able to walk home by myself at 3am. feel that magic, visit those hills. my cliffs of moher. just decide to get on a bus and go and find myself again and again in those green, magnetic mountains. it does make me heartsore i cant deny it. my lost lady love. ....well...not lost. just slightly out of reach....i do have a sabbatical coming up.
dun dun dun....
"I've got nothing to write about". such a cop out.
how can anyone not have something to write about?
Every day you see something different, even if you don't notice it. every day there is some sort of change. routine? doesnt truly exist. there are too many happenings in the world for that. nothing is ever the same. who would want it to be?
today i got saved again, by music. music i havent heard before. i know it wont be the same. tomorrow it wont have the same colours, sounds, smells and textures. every day is an adventure...
today i semi played in puddles...so did the other 2 pans. we got to do that because of a mundane thing like a fire drill. i got to have flashes of non memories of The Bean and i playing around in puddles and giggling and laughing. wishes, dreams and hopes...because of a "mundane" happening.
its so easy to get stuck in the dreary every day outlook...and so exciting not to!
i do feel a bit stuck still. can feel the greyness threatening...at least it makes me angry now, not complacent,
i so wanted to write about happy things..purple trees and what not.
i need a change bigger than ....this. itchy soul feet. do souls get athletes foot?
itchy travelling feet too. Ireland calling strongly again. very very loudly. would so love to walk those streets again, feel the cold air on my face and smell the salty air in Dun Laoghire. Go swan feather hunting. go to that goth club and be able to walk home by myself at 3am. feel that magic, visit those hills. my cliffs of moher. just decide to get on a bus and go and find myself again and again in those green, magnetic mountains. it does make me heartsore i cant deny it. my lost lady love. ....well...not lost. just slightly out of reach....i do have a sabbatical coming up.
dun dun dun....
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