Set with tender hope and fresh plans
Settled. Oh sweet promising change, your face hasn't been this beautiful in a long time. Have you done something new?
Oh yes yes, you let me affect you. Thanks.
The three chums are to move in end of September. Devon gets a huge headstart with Katie moving out this Wednesday. I hope he spends lots of time in the place getting his room ready so I don't have to spend so much time on my own with Jocelyn. I feel stiff and stifled when I'm around here. She doesn't need saving, but she certainly needs to blink her life back into vision.
I have a sinking feeling in my gut that in three weeks time I am going to have an irate room mate on my hands. Me trying to push for her to get her self in order while she proclaims it will all work out when she does everything last minute. Not even Martha Stewart could pack this girls belongings in less than two days. Is it contradictive of me not to want to help her?
Cameron is back from Cuba, a months stay, doing I don't know exactly what which frustrates me. I should have really asked him. I have a vauge idea of children and mud roofs. Strolls on the moutains and sweating in the fields, napping under the shade of fruit trees whistling to sleep. I had sent him a poem a couple of weeks ago, ecstatic that he gave me opinion instead of an indifferent nod, or multiple literal questions.
I have a lot of practice and experimentation ahead of me in this regard and I can't progress as much as I want if I don't get some sort of feed back, and discover new angles to work with.
More and more I'm coming to accept my place as a human and not pushing it away as much.
Oh yes yes, you let me affect you. Thanks.
The three chums are to move in end of September. Devon gets a huge headstart with Katie moving out this Wednesday. I hope he spends lots of time in the place getting his room ready so I don't have to spend so much time on my own with Jocelyn. I feel stiff and stifled when I'm around here. She doesn't need saving, but she certainly needs to blink her life back into vision.
I have a sinking feeling in my gut that in three weeks time I am going to have an irate room mate on my hands. Me trying to push for her to get her self in order while she proclaims it will all work out when she does everything last minute. Not even Martha Stewart could pack this girls belongings in less than two days. Is it contradictive of me not to want to help her?
Cameron is back from Cuba, a months stay, doing I don't know exactly what which frustrates me. I should have really asked him. I have a vauge idea of children and mud roofs. Strolls on the moutains and sweating in the fields, napping under the shade of fruit trees whistling to sleep. I had sent him a poem a couple of weeks ago, ecstatic that he gave me opinion instead of an indifferent nod, or multiple literal questions.
I have a lot of practice and experimentation ahead of me in this regard and I can't progress as much as I want if I don't get some sort of feed back, and discover new angles to work with.
More and more I'm coming to accept my place as a human and not pushing it away as much.