miss walking out of the dingy Old Street tube station and onto the dodgy streets of Old Street on a drizzly day. There you'd be, under fluorescent street lamps, capping my head with a hood, holding my arm.
it was a cold that I liked...
i miss london.
sometimes - again - I do wonder where the music thing is going. not that confident on the keys anymore, and neither am I great on the guitar, but the weird thing is though I feel incapacitated there's a sense that a powerful tremor is on the rise. I don't want to be caught in that rumble all unexpectant; so in a way I'm apprehensive. though excited.
I'm rubbish. but I do hope in that way Christ will shine all the more.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
sometimes I wonder if it's worth knowing; if it's good to know; if I should know. sometimes I wonder how many times she appears in your mind in a day; and what sorts of memories accompany that figure, that image, that shadow
that keeps resurfacing in the web of relations that surround you
surround me
sometimes I wonder if it's good to know; if I should know; if I should keep probing
as a sign of concern, or if that's only going to put you off because it doesn't give you space
sometimes
sometimes I wonder if there will be a caesura
leading to a indefinite silence
and endless nights of tears
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