Thursday, 18 September 2008

The Pioneers.

We promised the world we'd tame it
what were we hoping for?

Yesterday evening turned into yesterday night and yesterday night turned into this morning.

Here I am sitting, after four hours of sleep fit for a king, fit as a fiddle and as happy as can be. It is an extraordinary sensation to wake up every day and look forward to every single thing you have planned for that particular day. I really don't know what to do with it, to be honest. I can't even muster the strength to think the unevitable cynical thought that it can only go downhill from here.
How peculiar that my state of mind can change so drastically in such a short period of time. I think this is something worth exploring.
I am a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde of sorts, even. But in a rather less frightening way. This way I always have something to do, occupied with getting to know whoever I happen to be that particular day. I rather enjoy the multiple me.

The interesting thing is that the only fixated fact about me is music. Every day I enjoy the same music, even if it might be for different reasons or from different points of view each time. 

so here we are
reinventing the wheel
I'm shaking hands
with a hurricane
it's a colour
I can't describe
it's a language
I can't understand
tearing out the heart of you
carving lines into you
dripping down
the sides of you.

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