scrapbooking on a tuesday night
my hair is darker now but gets lighter day by day,
the sky is darkening too and i accomplished bugger all today, same goes for the one before,
i came up with a melancholy little ditty in the rain on monday night while soaked to the skin on the empty streets of glasgow but had forgotten it by the time we got to rebecca's friends' flat. which is typical.
we met an old lady in romania, out in the countryside where she lived alone in her little wooden house, walls painted the brightest blue and hung with patterned rugs and all the typical romanian things; the pots and pans and tapestries. pictures of her dead daughter. some parts of the memory still twist up my insides, i don't quite know why i'm bringing it up now. i think she was the saddest person i have ever met.
"Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there"
and if i sound sad, it's only because i'm listening to sad songs
x
the sky is darkening too and i accomplished bugger all today, same goes for the one before,
i came up with a melancholy little ditty in the rain on monday night while soaked to the skin on the empty streets of glasgow but had forgotten it by the time we got to rebecca's friends' flat. which is typical.
we met an old lady in romania, out in the countryside where she lived alone in her little wooden house, walls painted the brightest blue and hung with patterned rugs and all the typical romanian things; the pots and pans and tapestries. pictures of her dead daughter. some parts of the memory still twist up my insides, i don't quite know why i'm bringing it up now. i think she was the saddest person i have ever met.
"Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there"
and if i sound sad, it's only because i'm listening to sad songs
x