I was going to mention the shirt I pur-chased but then some un-named persons will presume I'm horribly materialistic and get wrapped up in my personal appearance. So I won't; suffice to say it is soooo gorgeous and I love it like it was my own child called quentin.
The curry was scrumdiddlyumptious although I'm still not certain if that's down to the exemplary cooking skills of the chef or due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed at the table. I (obviously) was surrounded by ladies, due wholely to the ingenious seating plan of boy-girl-boy-girl, rather than any remarkable social skills I am yet to acquire.
Clubbing had been hinted at earlier on during the initial kick-off but went quickly out of favour when Oggles (so named to 1. hide his true identity and 2. if he ever became a super hero, I am protecting one of his many weaknesses) decided that clubbing sounded like a great idea. In short, after leaving the pub at closing time, we all skittered away into the night in two person groups to avoid his drunken advances of "ClUbben AnyONe?"
and now for something completely different
I understand pictures have been requested.
Pictures shall be coming shortly.
NB. Some just require air-brushing to make my HA-UGE manly form look less menacing and more rose tinted to appeal to allsorts (bassets)
Monday, January 31, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Expecting
It's... 23:50.
Ten minutes of today left and only 120 more of tomorrow to go until I'll probably be meeting up with J. for a casual spin and a yarn or two.
I'm off, I don't want to be, but it's a means to an end. I would like to go back soon but in truth I'm not sleeping properly (although I never really did)... (and by that I don't mean standing up inside my wardrobe) and the cut on my head is hurting more now and looks infected.
Damnit. Was there more I should have done... understandably I've re-run the incident over and over and over and over again now. Every time a different outcome. Sometimes better, to often it's worse. It's not playing on my mind, and I can willingly and happily talk about it. Yet still, I wonder, what if...
Decisions, decisions. I suppose this is human nature, I don't like it, or care for it much, but I'm stuck with it. Maybe this is the part of me where I am able to receed and write the poetry I do.
This entry was going to be about my expectations of tomorrow night. It's taken a different route now, but I'm still expectant.
The team I work with are a well rounded cluster of people and in my opinion are the best I could have had the misfortune to work with. However, undoubtedly there will be only a few brave soles who with gritted teeth and determined fixed stares, will venture onwards and (sort of) upwards to a club to celebrate the early hours of the next morning in the knowledge that we don't have to get up the next day.
It was good last time it'll be great again. 3 weeks feels too long inbetween.
That reminds me, I meant to buy a shirt at some point... all in good time
Ten minutes of today left and only 120 more of tomorrow to go until I'll probably be meeting up with J. for a casual spin and a yarn or two.
I'm off, I don't want to be, but it's a means to an end. I would like to go back soon but in truth I'm not sleeping properly (although I never really did)... (and by that I don't mean standing up inside my wardrobe) and the cut on my head is hurting more now and looks infected.
Damnit. Was there more I should have done... understandably I've re-run the incident over and over and over and over again now. Every time a different outcome. Sometimes better, to often it's worse. It's not playing on my mind, and I can willingly and happily talk about it. Yet still, I wonder, what if...
Decisions, decisions. I suppose this is human nature, I don't like it, or care for it much, but I'm stuck with it. Maybe this is the part of me where I am able to receed and write the poetry I do.
This entry was going to be about my expectations of tomorrow night. It's taken a different route now, but I'm still expectant.
The team I work with are a well rounded cluster of people and in my opinion are the best I could have had the misfortune to work with. However, undoubtedly there will be only a few brave soles who with gritted teeth and determined fixed stares, will venture onwards and (sort of) upwards to a club to celebrate the early hours of the next morning in the knowledge that we don't have to get up the next day.
It was good last time it'll be great again. 3 weeks feels too long inbetween.
That reminds me, I meant to buy a shirt at some point... all in good time
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Life's Lessons Learned
1. Knives are sharp
2. Knives are bad
3. Criminals are hard
4. Criminals are bad
5. Milky is soft
6. Milky is good
7. Cut me, I... run.
fin.
2. Knives are bad
3. Criminals are hard
4. Criminals are bad
5. Milky is soft
6. Milky is good
7. Cut me, I... run.
fin.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Past
The tree in the field by the road to the park.
As the light slowly fades and approaches the dark.
Is where I will sit and look up to the sky,
As the weight of the day pulls closed my weak eyes.
Soon a car passes and sleep waits then goes,
But I lie in safe hands that no-one else knows.
I wait for the moment when nothing is heard,
I sit in the throne and am never disturbed.
I'm the king of the world when I climb up that tree,
The lord of the beasts and all I can see.
Cos up there I know that nothing else matters,
Until the infamous call of the rain pitter-patters.
So it?s down from the tree and I'm running for home,
But another day soon I'll be back there alone.
Milky'05
The tree in the field by the road to the park.
As the light slowly fades and approaches the dark.
Is where I will sit and look up to the sky,
As the weight of the day pulls closed my weak eyes.
Soon a car passes and sleep waits then goes,
But I lie in safe hands that no-one else knows.
I wait for the moment when nothing is heard,
I sit in the throne and am never disturbed.
I'm the king of the world when I climb up that tree,
The lord of the beasts and all I can see.
Cos up there I know that nothing else matters,
Until the infamous call of the rain pitter-patters.
So it?s down from the tree and I'm running for home,
But another day soon I'll be back there alone.
Milky'05
Sunday, January 16, 2005
A two week absinthe.
Where have I been.
Nowhere.
What have I done.
Nothing.
...Well not technically true I suppose. I managed to again sleep through most of my rest days and lie motionless like driftwood waiting for a reason (not necessarily a good one) to prompt me to move.
A week and one day ago (last Saturday... 8 days ago... 1/44.5th of the year ago) I was pushed from my happy exsistance of contentment and forced to make some life choices I didn't really want to make.
The service I work for has had the devine decision to every once in a while, just when your getting settled, thrust you onto a small teetering precipice and force you to choose somewhere else to go. And what I hear (no-one) you ask is the real pi55er?
You then fill out the paperwork requesting to move.
It's not big and it's not clever. But until they find a better way to move colleagues around to evenly distribute all types of officers to the far corners of where no-one wants to go, it'll have to do.
Doesn't mean I'm ever going to want to do it.
Nowhere.
What have I done.
Nothing.
...Well not technically true I suppose. I managed to again sleep through most of my rest days and lie motionless like driftwood waiting for a reason (not necessarily a good one) to prompt me to move.
A week and one day ago (last Saturday... 8 days ago... 1/44.5th of the year ago) I was pushed from my happy exsistance of contentment and forced to make some life choices I didn't really want to make.
The service I work for has had the devine decision to every once in a while, just when your getting settled, thrust you onto a small teetering precipice and force you to choose somewhere else to go. And what I hear (no-one) you ask is the real pi55er?
You then fill out the paperwork requesting to move.
It's not big and it's not clever. But until they find a better way to move colleagues around to evenly distribute all types of officers to the far corners of where no-one wants to go, it'll have to do.
Doesn't mean I'm ever going to want to do it.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
New Year, Same old, same old
Working.. New Years Eve.. London.. Parliament Square..
..then comes the decision to block off a Westminster bridge (bugger).
My New Years, in the form of conversations with members of the public, njoy!
Just to set the scene a bit. I'm stood with about 20-25 other colleagues shoulder to shoulder across the road, facing into Parliament square. Directly behind us is Westminster bridge, packed full of people. Next to and above us are six police horses, two of the riders have loud-hailers. Every 30 seconds or so, they repeat this "The bridge is closed. There are too many people on the bridge. To avoid a crush the bridge is closed. Move back, take another route."
/ Can everyone move back, the bridge is closed.
Small Eastern European Man \ Can I go on bridge?
/No, sorry, it's closed to stop crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Why it closed?
/ (pause) To avoid crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Oh. (stands thinking for a moment) My brother is on there.
/ He can come off but you can't come on.
S.E.E.M. \ Okay. Can I go get him?
/ No.
S.E.E.M. \ I'll call him and he come over
/ Good idea
S.E.E.M. moves away only to be replaced by another very similar looking man
\ I need to get on the bridge.
/ Sorry. The bridge is closed, there's too many people on it. You can't go on the bridge.
\ But I am only one, I will not crutch I promise.
/ If I let you through everyone else will want to come through.
\ I no understand, speak little English.
/ You can't come on the bridge (louder).
\ Oh. I go another way?
/ Yes.
\ K, thank you, happy new year.
/ Happy new year.
Second male squeezes back into crowds
Only to be replaced by Drunk E.E.M.
D.E.E.M. \ Can I go on the bridge?
/ The bridge is closed. We're only letting people off, you'll have to go a different way.
\ Where different way?
/ To your left or right, there are more bridges that are still open.
\ I no know where these bridges are.
/ (pause) To the left or right, they're not far.
\ I not come on this bridge? My brother is on there.
/ (sigh) No sorry. Your brother can come off but you can't go on.
\ (pointing behind me) There my brother! He there, he's waving, can I go on?
/ No.
D.E.E.M. pushes his way through crowds as he leaves in a huff.
Drunk Tatooed Man approaches, pushing his hair out of his eyes and curling it behind his ears, I notice he's cluching a phone. He attempts to continue walking straight through me.
D.T.M. \ I'm trying to get on the bridge.
/ I know, but I'm stopping you. No-one else is allowed on the bridge, it's closed to stop a crush, there's already to many people on there.
\ But my girlfriends on there.
/ She can come off, but we're not letting anyone else on.
\ Can I go and get her then?
/ No. (nodding down towards his phone) Why don't you call her?
\ Huh? (looks down confused, then looks surprised to see he's holding a phone in his hand). I can't I haven't got any credit.
/ Oh. Who are you with?
\ My girlfirend!
/ No, who is your service provider. (secretly hoping he says my girlfriend, again. Chuckle).
\ Oh, it's O2.
/ Do you get any free calls with them when you run out of credit?
\ No.
/ Oh.
\ You must be on double or triple time!
/ No.
\ Oh.. (pause, while he is obviously trying to think of more topics of conversation). I don't envy you working tonight, you must have to deal with some really annoying drunk people.
/ Yep!
\ I'm going to wait here.
/ Okay mate, no problem.
LOUD CHEERS BEGIN AND CONTINUE AS THE WHOLE CROWD LOOKS UP OVER MY HEAD AT BIG BEN
I'm assuming that was when 2005 began.. or Father's for Justice struck again.
Tom (colleague next to me) / Happy New Year.
/ Happy New Year mate.
LOUD BANGS START AND THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH
I'm assuming this was when the fireworks began.. or Police Marksmen downed the Fathers for Justice chap.
D.T.M. is still stood in front of me with a fixed drunken gaze over my shoulder.
/ How do they look?
\ I can only see a few.. there's a green one.. there's an orange one.. now there's a red one.. a green one again..
/ Are you looking at the traffic lights?
\ Huh?
/ Nothing.
\ I can't see my girlfriend.
/ No? What about the fireworks?
\ I can't see them either really.
/ Right.
\ Happy new year Sir.
/ Happy new year mate, (as he pushes his way into the crowd) good luck finding your girlfirend.
He either acknowledged me with a wave or attempted to swear at me, I'm still not sure.
THE HORSES THEN PROCEED TO START GETTING JITTERY AND I CAN HEAR THEM REARING UP AND CLATTERING ABOUT BEHIND ME.
THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH.. again.
to be completed...
..then comes the decision to block off a Westminster bridge (bugger).
My New Years, in the form of conversations with members of the public, njoy!
Just to set the scene a bit. I'm stood with about 20-25 other colleagues shoulder to shoulder across the road, facing into Parliament square. Directly behind us is Westminster bridge, packed full of people. Next to and above us are six police horses, two of the riders have loud-hailers. Every 30 seconds or so, they repeat this "The bridge is closed. There are too many people on the bridge. To avoid a crush the bridge is closed. Move back, take another route."
/ Can everyone move back, the bridge is closed.
Small Eastern European Man \ Can I go on bridge?
/No, sorry, it's closed to stop crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Why it closed?
/ (pause) To avoid crushing.
S.E.E.M. \ Oh. (stands thinking for a moment) My brother is on there.
/ He can come off but you can't come on.
S.E.E.M. \ Okay. Can I go get him?
/ No.
S.E.E.M. \ I'll call him and he come over
/ Good idea
S.E.E.M. moves away only to be replaced by another very similar looking man
\ I need to get on the bridge.
/ Sorry. The bridge is closed, there's too many people on it. You can't go on the bridge.
\ But I am only one, I will not crutch I promise.
/ If I let you through everyone else will want to come through.
\ I no understand, speak little English.
/ You can't come on the bridge (louder).
\ Oh. I go another way?
/ Yes.
\ K, thank you, happy new year.
/ Happy new year.
Second male squeezes back into crowds
Only to be replaced by Drunk E.E.M.
D.E.E.M. \ Can I go on the bridge?
/ The bridge is closed. We're only letting people off, you'll have to go a different way.
\ Where different way?
/ To your left or right, there are more bridges that are still open.
\ I no know where these bridges are.
/ (pause) To the left or right, they're not far.
\ I not come on this bridge? My brother is on there.
/ (sigh) No sorry. Your brother can come off but you can't go on.
\ (pointing behind me) There my brother! He there, he's waving, can I go on?
/ No.
D.E.E.M. pushes his way through crowds as he leaves in a huff.
Drunk Tatooed Man approaches, pushing his hair out of his eyes and curling it behind his ears, I notice he's cluching a phone. He attempts to continue walking straight through me.
D.T.M. \ I'm trying to get on the bridge.
/ I know, but I'm stopping you. No-one else is allowed on the bridge, it's closed to stop a crush, there's already to many people on there.
\ But my girlfriends on there.
/ She can come off, but we're not letting anyone else on.
\ Can I go and get her then?
/ No. (nodding down towards his phone) Why don't you call her?
\ Huh? (looks down confused, then looks surprised to see he's holding a phone in his hand). I can't I haven't got any credit.
/ Oh. Who are you with?
\ My girlfirend!
/ No, who is your service provider. (secretly hoping he says my girlfriend, again. Chuckle).
\ Oh, it's O2.
/ Do you get any free calls with them when you run out of credit?
\ No.
/ Oh.
\ You must be on double or triple time!
/ No.
\ Oh.. (pause, while he is obviously trying to think of more topics of conversation). I don't envy you working tonight, you must have to deal with some really annoying drunk people.
/ Yep!
\ I'm going to wait here.
/ Okay mate, no problem.
LOUD CHEERS BEGIN AND CONTINUE AS THE WHOLE CROWD LOOKS UP OVER MY HEAD AT BIG BEN
I'm assuming that was when 2005 began.. or Father's for Justice struck again.
Tom (colleague next to me) / Happy New Year.
/ Happy New Year mate.
LOUD BANGS START AND THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH
I'm assuming this was when the fireworks began.. or Police Marksmen downed the Fathers for Justice chap.
D.T.M. is still stood in front of me with a fixed drunken gaze over my shoulder.
/ How do they look?
\ I can only see a few.. there's a green one.. there's an orange one.. now there's a red one.. a green one again..
/ Are you looking at the traffic lights?
\ Huh?
/ Nothing.
\ I can't see my girlfriend.
/ No? What about the fireworks?
\ I can't see them either really.
/ Right.
\ Happy new year Sir.
/ Happy new year mate, (as he pushes his way into the crowd) good luck finding your girlfirend.
He either acknowledged me with a wave or attempted to swear at me, I'm still not sure.
THE HORSES THEN PROCEED TO START GETTING JITTERY AND I CAN HEAR THEM REARING UP AND CLATTERING ABOUT BEHIND ME.
THE CROWDS BEGIN TO GASP AND SIGH.. again.
to be completed...
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Responsible..
Shock
My insides turn slowly, painfully over. The media congregates, scrabbling for their angle. Their exclusive. Information pours from every opportunity as western worlds are first to arrive but not to help. Instead they record and catalogue the devastation that lies strewn before them. Why must it always be the media that has the fastest response to an international disaster or crisis.
A ruthless business which we all too readily buy into has now become a warped and disfigured catalyst that snowballs beyond our control. Unable to believe our eyes we sit, unbelieveing, unappreciative of our present status beyond the pain of their situation.
Without the media we wouldn't know but why waste the affluent resource they obviously possess when in their shadows people lie discarded. A struggle that has often been ignored will one day surface, when a question of ethical morals is brought to bear. Until that moment, we can but hope that a concience is there to answer it.
and still the numbers rise...
My insides turn slowly, painfully over. The media congregates, scrabbling for their angle. Their exclusive. Information pours from every opportunity as western worlds are first to arrive but not to help. Instead they record and catalogue the devastation that lies strewn before them. Why must it always be the media that has the fastest response to an international disaster or crisis.
A ruthless business which we all too readily buy into has now become a warped and disfigured catalyst that snowballs beyond our control. Unable to believe our eyes we sit, unbelieveing, unappreciative of our present status beyond the pain of their situation.
Without the media we wouldn't know but why waste the affluent resource they obviously possess when in their shadows people lie discarded. A struggle that has often been ignored will one day surface, when a question of ethical morals is brought to bear. Until that moment, we can but hope that a concience is there to answer it.
and still the numbers rise...
Monday, December 20, 2004
Fuel - Hemorrhage (In My Hands)
Memories are just where you laid them
Drag the waters till the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find
Was there something you left behind
Don't you remember anything i said when i said
Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding
Hold me now I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go
She cries her life is like
Some movie black and white
Dead actors faking lines
Over and over and over again she cries
Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding
And I wanted
You turned away
You don't remember
But i do
You never even tried
Don't fall away...
Drag the waters till the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find
Was there something you left behind
Don't you remember anything i said when i said
Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding
Hold me now I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go
She cries her life is like
Some movie black and white
Dead actors faking lines
Over and over and over again she cries
Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands
Love lies bleeding
And I wanted
You turned away
You don't remember
But i do
You never even tried
Don't fall away...
Thursday, December 16, 2004
A STARS BEGINNING//END
You will only believe in the things you can see,
But if I show you, you will never believe.
Inside of the dark in the depths of my mind,
Theres hidden a space that no-one can find.
For hours I fill it with things that I know,
But all of these thoughts I never can show.
Cause I am the leader and must show no sorrow,
I don't give a damn about seeing tomorrow.
But when I do die the world will still yearn,
While up in the sky a new star will soon turn.
Milky'04
You will only believe in the things you can see,
But if I show you, you will never believe.
Inside of the dark in the depths of my mind,
Theres hidden a space that no-one can find.
For hours I fill it with things that I know,
But all of these thoughts I never can show.
Cause I am the leader and must show no sorrow,
I don't give a damn about seeing tomorrow.
But when I do die the world will still yearn,
While up in the sky a new star will soon turn.
Milky'04
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Incubus - Pardon Me
A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of
combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An omnious landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definate possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of
combustion
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
outcast
I question the society that leaves me standingalone accused of being demanding
The life that I own and the soul I request
are no longer the need of any interest
For without the eye of the dark silhouette
I cry when I sleep to hide my regret
Although I am one I do have a voice
and without any help I can make my choice
To stand against wrong and fight to believe
in the choices I make and the dreams I'll achieve
I may never win but one day will soon come
when all of these thoughts will form and be one
milky'04
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Feeder - We Can't Rewind
21/04/01 : One of Feeder's last performances in the UK with JHL on rhythm. A great night at the London Astoria, a man missed by many. Bye Jon.
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind
Do you think we can change?
A different color and shade
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then
Stop taking me for a fool now
Yeah, I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in a cloud
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can do it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind
Do you think we can change?
A different color and shade
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then
Stop taking me for a fool now
Yeah, I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in a cloud
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can do it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
And in the beginning...
A place of thought for needful things,
a place of strength where I find wings.
The inner part of souls reflect,
the outer shell pleads for respect.
Within these confines I can dream,
for others to feel what I've seen.
milky'04
a place of strength where I find wings.
The inner part of souls reflect,
the outer shell pleads for respect.
Within these confines I can dream,
for others to feel what I've seen.
milky'04
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