You leave your house on a clear, starry night
You leave behind the burning lights of the cities of men
You let the starlight bathe you, washing the day clean off
You find the horizon by looking at the moonrise
You lie down, amongst the blades of high grass
You choose you favourite constellation, your mind follows its patterns
And you blast off into space
It's only you now, and the thoughts you choose to carry with you.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
A night in Kingsbarns
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Dude, this is beautiful!! I guess it's because of posts like this one that I keep coming back to reading the incredible misery that is your blog usually. (Well, that, and the need to reconnect with the 'real world' that keeps creeping up on me every once in a while in this hellhole of a place...)
Wishing for many more moodlifters to be coming your way!
Aye, 'tis grim up here. Or something like that, anyway.
One of these days I'm going to log on to blogger and completely erase this huge pile of misery that this blog has become. As I've said before, I sound like Marvin when I write here. But not in general.
Which makes me wonder. Is this blog just bringing forwards my misery? Is it causing it maybe? Why am I unable to write about something positive every now and again?
Moodlifting posts are just highlighting the depressive bulk of this blog.
But I still prefer them :)
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