Writing to pass the time

I have a little house
Close to town, but not to the city
Far from home, but near my family
No water views, but so close to the sea
I see
This is how my little life could be

And I’m filling it with things
Like furniture I find on the street
And all the special things I’d like to eat
Pictures of people that I’d like to meet
I’ll meet them when I’m orbiting the world…


I know I’m full of holes

I am tired and sad and sleep deprived and tired and they’re all totally different things even if I’m using words with the same meaning over and over again. Jetlag has been a real bitch to me this time around and I feel like I’ll never have a proper night’s sleep again and I should just take comfort in naps now, whenever I can. It’s beautiful and hot and constantly windy and I drove through the city with mum yesterday and it was so small it made my heart hurt. I wanted to get some photos printed last week and for some reason it’s taking them 10 days to do it for me and I just…I don’t know. I’m tired and sad and everything’s slow and I don’t want to think about any of this.

Don’t care if I’m lonely,
Cause it feels like home.
I won’t ever be holy,
Thank God I’m full of holes.

Full of holes.

Music: Holy – Frightened Rabbit

Never to come out

I’m wasted, losing time
I’m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we’re not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators

And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow