I think working has finally ruined me. Can't think freely like I used to.
Moments come to me, but they're to faint to grow.
I was travelling before but then my blackberry began to distract me.
and instead of looking out and up at the sky, I was looking into its screen.
And what's the point of staying in touch
When I'm losing myself so much?
Maybe I need a holiday. But somehow like clockwork every morning I dismiss that thought and just make my list of tasks. But this is one space that saves me. Black space on the internet. Who knows who views it? But I write for me. Because sometimes you need to record things to remind yourself what you're about.
I'm not going to blank out. I'm going to keep this teddy alive and swimming into dreams and glowing with life.
- Push
