Snow covered hills have nothing.
Never. It has been forever and a few minutes since the time I had decided to write in this. I have not been ignoring it purposely, I have in fact, been on tour in Australia, and concentrating my time on a woman who has accidentally tripped into something that I've never been into before. This rambling sensation in my head that makes the papers not move from my floor.
A wall stuck with papers, a floor filled with more. There were points where I was awestruck and amazed by the simplicity of a burning candle or the wandering smell that it emits whilst sitting on the floor making snow angels of lyric sheets. And now all of a sudden I find myself lusting after someone who is so different for where I currently fit that it's a bit awkward, a bit more fun, a bit as if I'm completely transfixed, like a child staring at a toy from a fast food company.
I have omitted numerous things from this general area, and in due time I will write more. But this fact remains, that I am awestruck by one person. It is odd and fun and new and simplistic.
She will wear this as a reminder, when I give it to her, today.
A wall stuck with papers, a floor filled with more. There were points where I was awestruck and amazed by the simplicity of a burning candle or the wandering smell that it emits whilst sitting on the floor making snow angels of lyric sheets. And now all of a sudden I find myself lusting after someone who is so different for where I currently fit that it's a bit awkward, a bit more fun, a bit as if I'm completely transfixed, like a child staring at a toy from a fast food company.
I have omitted numerous things from this general area, and in due time I will write more. But this fact remains, that I am awestruck by one person. It is odd and fun and new and simplistic.
She will wear this as a reminder, when I give it to her, today.
