Thursday, 25 March 2010

Into The Woods.

The woods are like drowning, without dying.
Like falling asleep but knowing you are falling asleep.
Like listening to the amplified sound of a harps echo.

I'm excited and yet a little unsettled at the idea I have for this final project..

Thursday, 4 March 2010

Stepping on your toes.

And you put on all your heaviest clothes,
and I'd be the river you're drowning in,
as old scars twist deep in the heart of me.