kickinglovers

So it drifts in waves, bubbles out on the shore like the morn's first tide. It walks like love, carefully but without looking. Bashfully running like a puppy-upjumplovemeloveme - blushing in retrospectic to its foolish adoration. Seen often in dimmed lighting- surrounded by a circle of hushed voices. The voices of paranoia and conscious. It changes by sight everytime a glance falls upon its wearing face. My side, the side, the place to be it wants, needs and almost would say aches if it meant a difference would be held up toward the light like some find of the day.
Show and tell. Shiney new love heart mate of platinum and shine. Hold it closer than ever before.... the journey's jus getting started.
Shifting to a new seat, today questions are asked with a straight face, no poker playing tongue in cheek jests. A simple answer will suffice.




"Everything. And a Fuck YAU too"



Ever realise something .. like a big fucking hit in the head? I hit my head twice recently, the first time was the worst. I suffer the bruise - maybe that was my wake up call. I'd like to say I was all good and free. But.. there are still piles of leaves to sort into colour and size. The order is so important and the size.. well.. size and colour determine worth and appropriateness. How to recover ones dignity and pride oneself on standing taller than trees. Maybe we need to stand upon the trees to see the whole picture?
But where have all the trees gone....? (where did the lights come from?)


I need a black poloshirt with yellow trim around the neck....