It's like a dusting of icing sugar but when it hits my tongue the sweetness isn't there and I'm starting to get cold in the fingers. They begin to fall off at an alarming rate and there's nothing left of me to talk about. I'm just a pile of washed up blood and bones on the side of the road, not even vultures would pick at.
For all the melodrama it's just a little cold outside, but you still have to fight your way through the snow storms to get to work or home. I wasn't too sure if I would cope with it all before I moved here, but with any adventure you just have to stick it out. I think the thing that keeps me going or rather the thing that keeps life as interesting as it is (for keep on going suggests that I'm hating every second of it all) is that if you can stand up tall enough and look on the horizon, you can start to see the future unfolding. It may surprise a few of you that for all the words up to know have been laced in nostalgia, laced in the sort of things that only romantics linger on for a life time. But with anything in life it's all split off into a hundred different flavours or shades of blue, red and yellow.
The snow outside in the Munich wash keeps me indoors as much as possible, save the silly walk I take in-between lunch and before I leave for home. I walk out into the shattering cold with only a polo shirt and a pair of jeans. I can't remember who quoted it but it goes along the lines of 'we do most of the best thinking while walking', I won't bore you with my inspiration, but the sweet tones of the cherubs as they fall from the sky with the snow bring me much happiness.
The future is tangible and you believe that anything is achievable and everything is within your grasp. Most people would lose that naivety, but I say embrace it.
Look to the horizon my beautiful eggs.
musik
kino
- Wolfcreek
- When We Were Kings
verschiedenes
- the opera
- the job
- the book of haiku
- the responsibility
- the girl
Lately I've been having strange dreams, moments where I wake up bolt up right as if I've heard something unusual in the house and then I settle back down forget the dream I was having and slip into another. But I'm lucky for the first time in my life since I was a little kid that the dreams aren't taking over my life, I remember times when I was dreaming of floating away from all of it, forgetting the words to all the songs and learning them all over again.
I'm neither a junkie or dreamer nowadays.
Stay beautiful my lovely eggs.
It's like forgetting the words to your favourite song.
You can't believe it; you were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can't remember; you try to move your feet.
musik
kino
videospiele
verschiedenes
- the new flat
- the new coffee machine
- the new tv
- Korean Popstar dreams
- 3hour session of Wii- arms aching
As one year burnt away into the ether we come into this year with all the usual lashings of hope and mostly sore heads from free form hangovers. I unsurprisingly drank very little this holiday season, the need and want flowing away from me like it was quick piss into the wind. It was the winter cold that bit me the hardest, my fingers turning black even in the mid day sun, my heart stopping for a moment and then I breathe in again a bit sharper.
It feels like I kept wanting to review last year even knowing that whatever words to spill out, these were always going to be pre written. I knew the feelings there were no surprises, it felt a bit scripted and so in the end when the year left us. It left without even a whisper in my ear. The clock clicked over and I turned over and got ready to close my eyes and dream of all the carbon monoxide it would take to ease all sleepless nights.
It all sounds a bit negative when a years beginning should be hopeful, but that's the point. I can see it every day in my office where people make big statements of life and living, where they know they can't achieve it and then it ends up a downward spiral into a hell which they never felt would afflict them. The truth is all I wanted to say was good tidings for the new year, but never let the optimism mug you and if it falls never let the pessimism get to you.
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt my beautiful eggs, Happy New Year.
