The Rain

love the rain, thick drops of water splashing over everything, making people cower beneath their hoods and umbrellas, staying indoors instead of experiencing the storm.

I sat in my car for a while to day, just listening to the sound on the windshield and the roof and bonnet.

And I thought to myself, this sound is now, I will never regain this sound.... this sound is today.

This was a perfect day. I am in search of another.

Or part of another. A whisper of another.

Loneliness

Loneliness, like a fragile plane of glass perched on maybe's and in betweens.... loneliness can sting.... a slow death, a gradual build up of tears, touching one another in a pile up. A traffic jam of pain.

Timeless...memories binding me to the past and all the what-might-have-beens-but-never-were.

I'm jarred from reality like a bullet through the windshield of the car you're sitting next to. With no sign of the shooter.

Jose Gonzalez does tend to bring out the more sentimental me.

Today was a stark day. A day of being startled. A day of realisation and elements of emptiness....

Fabregas Fabregas

A joy to watch

Steady day, the rain was heavy and the clouds dulled the car journey but provided ample space for thought and song. Plenty of songs at the top of my lungs. In and out of key. Who am I kidding, mostly out.

And then, the game! Oh the game. We are Devastating. I can't take credit for that word, I heard the commentator at the end, today, Arsenal were, at times, devastating.

I agree. Totally. Utterly, Completely.

Pre-Sweden Days

Pablo Neruda was in my bag all day and I didn't take him out once...

I bet he would have been really surprised, given half the chance to voice his opinion on my current reading habits. I think I came up with a title for a novel today, something silly like "Decisions of a 20something person" blah.