PLAY CRACK THE SKY

it was a cold night,
but not the frost bitten kind that i was yearning after.
i fucking miss winter.

i haven't been up there in two years,
time flies.
not necessarily having fun.
it hasnt changed a bit
it was still bright, and... clarity

so i decided a few things tonight.

so i'm thinking, once all this is done, this will be the only thing i'll update. everything else is boring and repetitive,
and i don't need to be scared.
cause no one i know reads this
and for that i can be thankful
cause no one really knows me here
maybe because i am a masquerade

and i might do two years of higher art
and two of music, if its an option
i don't want my life to be stressed

im gonna change style musically as well
acoustic please


i yearn for the days of winter
and seclusion
so tired of everything.

good guys finish last.
i want to read, write, take pictures, sing my little heart out, and love
i want it to change
i wish i could travel by train more
the certain romanticism of traveling on a train
maybe i will move to glasgow
like i always wish i could
then up to the highlands
then to canada
then montauk
maybe i will meet someone
and bring back the cold, white, hazy days spent indoors in a comfortable bed
with nothing but you
just a smile across the pillows of security.
and just be happy
i feel i need less to be happy

i want it to happen
i dont care what my job is so long as it puts food on the table
i'd be happy with a one room flat, with white walls, wooden floors, and a matress in the middle of the room.
i'd love it even.

sea-shanty safe.

Life In Technicolor

so last night was fucking shit.

in fact, i've been taken down a whole load more pegs for doing fuck all. being made to feel like shit when my greatest crime was to like someone, is that fair?


lets imagine
you're walking to a bus stop with a girl/boy you like,
its late at night, he/she's had a little bit to drink but they've sobered up by now.
so you're waiting for their bus with them, just because you've been friends for ages and you're a nice person.
they kiss you.
you become elated.
then about 5 minutes later they start fumbling about like they're drunk again, even though you know they're not.
they say "i'm sorry by the way"
"for what?" you ask
"for kissing you..."
there's an awkward silence.
"why? you think you're leading me on or something?" you ask
they mumble a "yes", still pretending to be drunk.
their bus arrives and you don't get a hug goodbye that you always do.

you try to talk to them the next day either by phoning, IM'ing, texting, whatever,
they "busy" all your calls,
block you on IM
don't reply to your texts.
you start to feel that this is some how your fault.

why are we all fucking dicks to each other?

is this fair?

westside, where the bros be at

im just back three days ago

so aye
freeriding every night on a shit bike is still fun
need a bigger frame methinks

mind you, anything is an improvement on a halfords shit bike

shame i have no money.