i look up and start to write…
Life is sweaty palms and smudged apple mouse pads.
soft compacted muffin in the backs of your teeth.
music.
sore backs from looking at computer screens too long.
plans and plans and plans and plans and hopes and dreams and hopes and dreams.
loud trucks in rewind and fast-forward.
coffee conversation stray cats and washing up.
zebra crossings and traffic lights.
night times and moon shines. curled couch dvd action and edge of your seat state of origin.
life is arguments and figuring it out. silent sulking and rediscovering your boyhood. continuing to tell yourself to learn the guitar; a language; or just, yourself.
life is here. but life is there.
life is busy but there’s really only one thing you’re meant to do.
