essentially.

Lately it's:

- Angels and Airwaves (electric emo)
- Muse (superhero/end of the world anthems)
- Norah Jones (jazz and blues)
- Jason Mraz's Beautiful Mess (Live On Earth) (quieter lo-fi)
- My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade (punk emo)
- Oren Lavie (melancholy remedies)


I'm quite pleased with it so far.


And they say it's the little things.

They might be right, I guess.

. Arigato .

pat head means come rescue me.

And we are all
incapable in our own ways.

Left to our devices,
we fall again and again
into this altogether familiar
not altogether uncomfortable
melancholy we remember
simply as
love
(without the inverted commas,
or fireworks, please).

We form our own
cliques and diatribes
because it's easier to
be a little less human
with social beings.

And because
secrets are nicer
when no one hears.

Safer
to know
someone might
understand.

Even if
just a
little.

. Arigato .

obsession.

obsession, they tell me,
is a tragic thing.

constantly constantly constantly
constantly constantly
constantly.

they (they) know
nothing about the burning
sensation, odd prickly fevers
that overwhelm if you
don't count the stairs down.

it's 24.
it's 23.
no wait it's 24.

i think.

she's so beautiful
that she makes my heart
just
fragment into
a million different
kinds of pain.

no, she doesn't know who
i am,

yet.

not yet.

nor does she know
that her tiny rubber hair-ties
colourful ones of
green, purple, black, orange,
yellow, blue, pink, grey, stripey pink
white, indigo, brown, navy,
lime green, beige, red,
are all lined up
ever so neatly
at the bottom of my drawer.

no,

not yet.

but soon.


and it's 23 by the way.

. Arigato .