Saturday, 30 April 2005

My mind's distracted and confused...my thoughts are many miles away.... They lie with you, when you're asleep...and kiss you when you start your day.

Saturday, 23 April 2005

Blue sky is filtering into my room through the gaps in the venetian blinds. Slumped in my chair, I feel a thousand miles away. In the background, guitars wailing. I don't know where I am. Where is a thousand miles from here? The light is slowly fading, blue mixing with white and grey. Even the afternoon is lost.