Day 5.

Internet connection was too poor to get a post up yesterday. I'd apologise, but I'm too modest to think anyones reading these. This is about an old friend.

Day 5: Fucktitle

I saw red balloons in the sun,
Like flowers, growing from the ground,
They gently swayed, in the breeze, around my arms,
And in that perfect frozen second,
I felt like nothing could go wrong,
I jumped and woke,
When the alarm, went off.

And I walked my way from Heaton to town,
I passed a pigeon in the street,
It felt like it somehow understood me,
It said ‘I have got to go, I’m late and,
This place is getting really cold,
Are you gonna fly, or just let yourself freeze?’

And I know that when you’re sitting on your own, you,
Probably cry,
You curse your eyes,
For all the tears, they’ve shed.
But when the world gets just too heavy,
I am just learning to float,
I'm like a boat, but my feet touch, the ground.

I saw spiritual healers, selling, miracles for cheap,
They sat me down and laid there hands, on me,
And as they cleansed me of my sins, I felt no great divine release,
I just felt the past,
Creeping up on me,

But if you decide that this towns too small,
To keep on avoiding me,
If you change your mind,
And think we can talk again...
Then I assure you,
we can be speak and,
you have got a friend in me,
theres no hard feelings,
I am okay...