Tearfulness is a repugnant female trait

Champs Elysees, Charles Bridge

If I don't go away soon I will implode, and I fear I will be taking no one with me! I must go to Prague, I must not go alone, I must go soon...See how my constant need for instant gratification has holes shot in it already? 

I have very little coming up in the near future bar reading, writing and...there's a gig tomorrow...yep that's it. YEP. 

I just started reading Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih for my Post-Colonial Literature module. It is good but it is early days.

I want to go for a swim with my hamster bobbing next to me in her awful plastic ball. I NEED FRESH AIR I fear i'm becoming a bedroom gremlin. I wrote this last night when I was drunk with my dad and typed it into my Sony Ericsson *saved as draft*. We were in his hotel room, he was in the bath and I was looking at the dead pier, it was raining.

I could wade into the ocean and become lost,
Whilst maintaining the pretence
that what occurred was sheer coincidence.
If I would, I could
Blend into the horizon in a straight line so that
The sun rises and sets with me in time
(I could undo the times my curiosity got the better of me)
Hello you! I love you and that and us and them,
But give me ten seconds and you will hear
How dreamy, sleepy smiles pave way for fear.
Every song I want to drape over my ear

Is a song that beats with the dead passion of past

(You CAN'T repeat the past)

(But of course you can!)

I have no right to peer into for which I am sorry

I tire of myself and melancholy.
I offer my sincerest apologies if I often weep
And prefer my life as it is when I sleep.

But here is something true, and lovely

Elegy: Image of her whom I love- John Donne

So If I dream I have you, I have you,

For all our joys are but fantastical.

And so I 'scape the pain, for pain is true;

And sleep, which locks out sense, doth lock out all.