March 2011
;;11. Clavier on the coast
Just to make things clear, this poem’s about a dream I had not too long ago, consisting of a beach, me and a piano.
Uh. “Clavier on the coast.”
Moonless sky of Lavender shadows
Clavier on the coast as
sounds of movement echo
through the unseen tempest
landing a longed,
separated soul at an alien destination
Scores written.
Motivation cultivated practice
of simple taps...
;;59. Maybe.
Maybe waiting was wrong.
Maybe opening up to so many people in such a small space of time, was wrong.
Maybe thoughts of the past isn’t so bad, maybe wanting to go back there isn’t either.
Maybe wanting so much is wrong.
Maybe escaping through others was wrong.
Maybe all these thoughts are wrong.
Maybe what I’m doing, is wrong.
Maybe all I want is to change everything...
;;58. travelling distances of worth-wanting.
I insisted and you refused the first couple times but I bet you were filled with joy deep down inside (:
Sometimes things can’t be dealt with over monitor screens and I hope you’re okay now. I really do.
Nobody should bear any pain like you did, or do. Aha, you deserve better.
I travelled around four miles to meet up with a friend in need last night, arriving there at around ten. It...
