Beginning again... for everyone.

This formidable mecca stands before me.
Towering from this concrete craned city
The sunlight bathes it is a holy light.
Cathedral to my world.

My artist does not belong in this fashion queue.
I mouse squeak.
I mouse scowl.

The sky is bigger than reality.
Grey shining slabs of lighted stone reach out.
Squares of vastness
Squares of symmetry and structure and sameness.

This vat of creative energy potentially excites my beginning.
There is no fire.
The writing is wrong.
This will be a beginning.
To escape mouse?
To swim . see.

I know how to start but the finish line is far far away.
This sun is standing above this temple and I am wondering what will become.
Waiting and wasting is not the point.
The point is what is in my mind.

Cenrtal St Martins.
Kings Cross.
2011.

Don't kiss me goodbye

"If you close the door
Just turn off the lights now
The world looks better into the dark
Between the curtains somebody's watching
Oh sail me the moon
Before it's too late

Don't kiss me goodbye baby

I turn around since too much time
Those railroad tracks
Will swallow my mind
I try so hard to stop wasting my life
If only I could just make you mine

Don't kiss me goodbye"





Life has to be looked at through windows and reflections.
I am looking at it through a lens. And it is clearer. You see the little things. And life is beautiful.
The light makes all the difference. The shadows are the same. Clarity comes from 
opening your eyes in a different way.