ive been trippin. hi on cloud 9. i had it all. the longest self-intrigued-most-relaxing weekend. the kind ud treasure for life. indescribable through words. not even to be captured on a still photograph. only in memories. it wasnt long, to realise reality awaits. on the bus on the way home, these are the only words i cud come up with:

6pm rush, liverpool street station. people seemed to have forgotten how to walk. london's last cold winter blow had danced the feet to run. including my socksless toes. i was a part of them. rushing towards the bus while my mind was busy. busy trying to find warmth elsewhere, through my loneliness. i found it by thinking of you. of course you, wonderfull you. you have been filling my mind, i hardly know what is what. id wish for u, if i could. wish to discover you, anytime and everytime. all through life's sake. yet its you, wonderfull you. as much as me apart of the wonderfull they. il let you be. venture your world. thus is you, wonderfull you. so much of you. even to discover you from a far, i shall be waiting in my longing.

. . .

never stares, but do gaze.
for it only reflect desires.