Monday, February 28, 2011

I Can Hear You Louder Than Ever, Whisper To Me; Help Me Remember

Does anyone else think Frank looks so lonely here? I want to jump into the photo and give him a friendly hug. Maybe a cup of tea.

That being said, he is the cause of my rocketing stress levels lately.

Yes, this morning was ticket gate. And it could've gone a whole lot worse. I'm just worrying about the day that Frank is playing in Manchester and I'm not going. I hope I don't do something crazy. Or stupid. Or both.

So last week (Monday onwards) was rubbish due to: boredom, guilt (it was one day off for fucks' sake, I don't even get sick pay!) and illness (oh yeah, I'd been harboring this for a while). And I'm really happy it's March tomorrow.

March is a big month for me. Nothing in particular happens (oh, except Dan finally catching up with the adults), but everything seems to depend on it. Mainly, concerning Leeds. Keep your fingers crossed for me :)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Words Are Never My Own

Oh. Did I mention that...


Friday, February 04, 2011

Don't Open Your Eyes

I keep having the same dream over and over. Some mornings I wake up and there are just snatches of it in the back of my mind. Other mornings (like yesterday) I wake up feeling shaken and stirred, every hair standing on end. It feels so real those times. Frighteningly real. Every touch, every emotion. I've never dreamt so vividly. I didn't know I was capable of it.

It's not a nightmare. Not really. It brings me face to face with something that I'm afraid of. Still, I don't wake up scared.

It's not a recurring nightmare.

But it's something I have to resolve. I'm just not sure how. And until I figure it out, I guess I'm stuck with it, night after night.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

I Could Substitute My Singing For The Sound Of Someone Sleeping Next To Me

Maybe we're the same.
Driven by something they don't understand
Ever since you gave me your name
I felt like you offered a hand.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

You Will Be There On My Mind Through All

Since I failed to get any photos at the Funeral Party gig...

Life is good, my darlings.