"i am a rock" by simon and garfunkel playing constantly in my head as i sit here writing in the candlelight. my head forming a shadow over the paper, making it difficult to see what i'm writing.
the lights went out yesterday at 10.30pm and they haven't come back on yet. its just me, my candle light and my thoughts (non romantic) related to he-who-must-not-be-named.
will practice a bit. but first will open curtains and window and smell the fresh morning air.
the world is never so beautiful as it is during the first light. if only the camera's batteries were charged i'd go right now and take pics. i have a still camera but its giving me a lotta trouble. i want to learn how to develop films as well.
first light. i like the sound of that. when the world is fresh and waking up from its dewy slumber.
[ the 1st guitar part of "i am a rock" playing repeatedly in my head ]
want to play it so i can get it out of my system.
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock I am an island
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