I am alive. Honestly. Despite the silence on this purple and green little blog, I am most certainly alive.
Recently, due to my lack of motivation, my attachment to marijuana and my xbox button mashing, my mind, body and soul are feeling dusty and I need to have a good clear out. It's been good relaxing and being lazy and disorganised but not for my intellect. I need to think more.
Yeah.... I need some time to think.
Not about anything in particular, just thinking. It's healthy.
The time is coming though - in 4 days I'm leaving the little flower town which held me for 18 years. I've seen it hot, cold, thriving and bear. I've seen it for the best - for the friends, the flowers, the fields - the fun. I've seen the grass filled with diamonds, I've run up the hills with the humans and the animals and caught the fishes from the brook. Lying in the grass looking up at the rabbit tails and sky battles, everything was fine and everything was sussed out. I've seen it for the worst as well. Frozen fingers and secondary school winters... need I say more?
But I am too big for my boots in this town. I walk around as if I own the place. The streets are not mine but I act as if they are. This place, for me, is long conquered and no matter how clean and how floral, it will start to fester.
On Friday the 23rd of September I'm leaving to think. But I'm sure this old town will still be in my thoughts.
Recently, due to my lack of motivation, my attachment to marijuana and my xbox button mashing, my mind, body and soul are feeling dusty and I need to have a good clear out. It's been good relaxing and being lazy and disorganised but not for my intellect. I need to think more.
Yeah.... I need some time to think.
Not about anything in particular, just thinking. It's healthy.
The time is coming though - in 4 days I'm leaving the little flower town which held me for 18 years. I've seen it hot, cold, thriving and bear. I've seen it for the best - for the friends, the flowers, the fields - the fun. I've seen the grass filled with diamonds, I've run up the hills with the humans and the animals and caught the fishes from the brook. Lying in the grass looking up at the rabbit tails and sky battles, everything was fine and everything was sussed out. I've seen it for the worst as well. Frozen fingers and secondary school winters... need I say more?
But I am too big for my boots in this town. I walk around as if I own the place. The streets are not mine but I act as if they are. This place, for me, is long conquered and no matter how clean and how floral, it will start to fester.
On Friday the 23rd of September I'm leaving to think. But I'm sure this old town will still be in my thoughts.
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