spheath
I'm always up with the trend. Or so I like to think. I'm never quite convinced I've totally got it, but I know there's something. I just wish I had it all, you know, like in the magazines. But is that really the trend? Hard to know a trend from a trend.
I always want to revolt even when I have little to revolt against. Something historical lives within me, desperate to break free, to change everything for good.
The one thing that is missing in my life is a magic wand. Though I don't do too badly.
It is not a good idea to test the strength of my spine. Though I have been doing it for years, it only brings tears to my eyes.
Illuminated from afar casts a glow on your face. You become magical. You are magical. The starlight is simply revealing the truth.
Driving my car to the doctors surgery took me on a journey across centuries. A journey through a life long gone, now catching up with me.
I never used to think about time. Not so long ago I wasn't even aware of time. And yet look at me now, it's all I ever think about. How it goes by so fast, or even so slow. Time can be a second or a century. There's no difference.
I wish I had a magic gong. If I had a magic gong I would use it to freeze people in time so I could talk to them without them interrupting. Now that would be magic!
Gong. Gong. Gong. A loud sound pierces my ears and yet calms my soul. I think it's in the echo, beyond the gong. The resounding gradual quieting of the vibration.
The view from a train window always fascinates me. It's not what's in here, this carriage, that counts. It's what's out there. The house in that valley. I want to knock on their door and say hello.