I draw a line, you draw a bird,
Me thinking ahead, you never saying a word.
I end up only with geometry,
You end up in a silent sky.
We grew up in a city, ‘mongst crooked spires.
You let your hair grow too long, inspired
By a New York dreamer,
Who you read in translation.
Could we meet in a place where
Geometric shapes and sky quietly pair?
A London skyline
Casts shadows at our feet.
Skylines
The first step is always the hardest - or so the saying goes. I’m not too sure - I’m plenty of steps into my degree and I’m only finding that things get harder as things go on. There are only so many drugs you can learn before you want to gouge out your own eyes. And I value my sight.
Priorities are important. People who allow themselves to be swallowed up in office politics annoy me - to see the bigger picture is an admirable quality. Sometimes I get involved, hear myself, and then berate myself internally for being so god-damn irritating. If stuff isn’t going to matter to you in ten years time, why let it matter to you at all? There is (unfortunately) plenty of stuff that you really should be worrying about. And, like Baz Luhrmann so elegantly put it, ‘the real troubles in your life are apt to be the things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on an idle Tuesday’.
This week I found something inside me that I didn’t know I had. This was the ability to crush the opposition. I found something I cared enough about to want to literally (of course I mean metaphorically, but bear with me) crush anyone that gets in my way. I’m usually fairly relaxed about competition: the person who is best for the job should win, etc. etc. But with this particular thing, I found a drive I didn’t know I had.
A place to start - thoughts
The air smells like rain and holidays in the back of nowhere.
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.
-Dr Seuss
(Source: 500daysofkissingmypillow)
Movement lends itself to thought. As a student who lives out (and has a busy social life and extracurricular schedule), I invariably have a lot to think about. I like my own company, and the only way to be alone in London is to walk. Whether it’s a journey from A to B, or just around the block at night, I find that walking clears my mind and allows me to think. I live in Hammersmith, not five minutes from the Thames. I walk along the Thames Path - when the busy congested day is over and quiet descends over the river. It is only then I can feel the wind on my face, and think of it as one unbroken line from the North Sea to me. The salt air calms me down, and helps me remember that I am but an individual in a world teeming with life.
This is home.
Probably should sleep soon, but the house just got so quiet.
I have green eyes and a crooked smile. And if you can buy me a ring that fits my disproportionally fat fingers I will love you forever.
