Sometimes I don't know what to think We laugh at the same things We cry not frequently enough

Tuesday afternoon, London (Richmond @ Oxford)

Effective. Passive. Bold.

Insufficient. Weak. No change.

reality fubar

No sunrise today
Little time to say
What I wanted to
recite for you

You have to love the colour which precedes a cloudy day.


Not much else is like it.
.
.
.
Now where did my motivation go?

Supremely addicted I know not what I say Thoughts come flowing Yet I wash them away With luck you shall enjoy A feat of memory upcoming All tasks completed Time standing still For we seem to ogle Enjoying laughter (and sight) Of each other daily Making absence our plight

Okay. I'm addicted. And this was supposed to be posted. Yesterday.

Sweet colours.

Lovely place amongst friends
Addicted am I
Persons new to me
Interesting, different, wonderful

truth and secrets

Seeing you, watching you
standing there, apart
in arms reach and across the valley
sudden silent speech breaches the chasm.
Reading into it
my guess devours you

No sunrise today,

It was cloudy,

But I got just enough sleep,

To be up anyway.

reminder of last season: black walnuts and autumn-coloured leaves

What a beautiful start to a wonderful day.

Were all the day as brilliant. . .

eating my insides

I am drawn as a moth
Nothing do I want more
Yet sickening to me
a bitter taste of sense
however common makes my insides
feel extruded to paste
then ground up like dried autumn leaves

I want nothing else
I need anything else
I could use a little help

Maybe we can meet for tea?
But then the turmoil would overtake
And I'd risk laying it all on your plate

Please, dawn. Come take me
Through this and past it

It is my race to heal

ever after

teased, as the prince[1]
longing for contact of the past
something has changed beneath the surface
all too oblique for my eye to see



[1] Geek joke: One turned into a talking frog is found by a geek. With no use for a partner the frog is kept as a novelty.

Somehow I feel special

Not only do you care
How strong I feel
But you wait until
I can bear it

Waiting quietly
patiently
Until time reaches
Reaches our moment

It's amazing how pretty the colours come through

the clouds dropping rain across the city.

This time I managed to keep from finishing the whole bag. IIRC this took place between 23h30 and 23h55 last night.



Mmmmm.... yummy "no name brand" plain, non-ruffled potato chips.

That was easy, wasn't it!

where ever have we gone

I thought I knew you
After those threats
Those teases
Now thrown aside

Cast away am I
Like a new toy
The morning after
No more, maybe less

Time was good, we laughed
It was special in some way
But
At least we had the changeroom