The mood I am in today...

RIP Peach

A few words

I'm suffering from a sincere case of .. not the blues. I don't even know what colour I am today. Not black either. Or even the mean reds. What colour is wanderlust, mixed with a hint of frustration and a dash of melancholia? - Well what ever that colour is thats what I'm feeling. It's not a bad feeling. But not a good one either.

I'm tugging on an electric cigarette trying to find some thoughts. Some words. And I find myself writing about what a struggle it can be. Me. I'm frustrated that there isn't more. Whilst of course I know there is much. So much. I feel disenchanted with the world, yet the world has never seemed so small as it has to me the last couple of months. I'm tired. Sleep. I'll bang this drum again tomorrow.

Kids, House of Bush

LW held a lunch party on Sunday in her back garden. So good to see Banana. We drank cider and laughed a lot. Smoked too many cigarettes and munched on salads

There is a sense that summer is on its way. Talk starts of Glastonbury and holidays in France and one cant help but get that summer feeling creeping its way in to ones gut with all its delicious butterfly notes and shivers of excitements. But then... maybe thats just the chilly breeze still sweeping around our ankles. I am still wearing tights however - not quite that time of year just yet to remove our leg-warmers and let our legs breath after several months hibernation. White. ghostlike. I have never been one for fake tan and I highly doubt this will be the year to start. 

Smoking kills kids. Fact.

I bought this dress for a tenner in Swansea last summer. I love a good spot. Spots and stripes and florals are just so delicious together.

The Dubarrys

J has been supporting the Dubarrys for a few months. I saw them once before and enjoyed it so I popped along again. Small crowd. Good music. It was good to see A. Haven't seen her in so long. She's threatening to move to NY at some point in the near future. We have discussed me joining her out there at some point. Perfect girl to explore The City with.

 

A

The reading carriage: J, S and F

J and F were on cracking form too. Haven't seen either in ages. S had been somewhat pissed off after I had missed the open mic. Moving forward.

Wanderlust

I'm having a dramatic case of wanderlust. Perhaps it is is this little room that I have moved in to in Kensal Rise. Perhaps it is the fact that each day I am faced with something bigger than the world as I know it. I love working for the Olusegun Obasanjo Foundation, it makes me feel like maybe, just perhaps I am doing my little bit. Each day I am faced with the vastness of the continent. The huge expanse that just makes me feel so utterly insignificant whilst also placing me in the world. I suppose in some ways it makes me feel like more of the world is in my reach than ever. Like the sky. I can see it, but can't touch it. I can feel the breeze as I might catch accents and observe from affair, but only when I stretch my wings and take flight will I really be amidst the sky. And only there do you meet other sky larks. You can't wait for them to come to you. You must dive deep, soar high, see clearly and bang on your drum softly and slowly.