my room's all empty

Listening to Breakfast at Tiffany's. The song. The movie is one of the two I bothered buying on itunes, but I'm not taking them with me to California, so they're not on my ipod. I guess I find the movie relaxing, absolutely no brain power needed. The song makes me smile and jump around, two things I feel exceptionally unlikely to do. 'Our lives have come between us' aha...

The only thing unpacked is the packaging of american cheerios (yellow with red heart shaped bowls of cheerios with strawberries stamped over it. I like it.) which seems indecisive about whether it wishes to complete the next stage of my life with me. HAH stage of life. No such thing. Enjoy the continuum. We're not absolutely anything. Grey areas are to be celebrated.

'don't leave me alone at this time, for I am afraid of what I will discover inside.'

Discoveries of the guts of my room - I never finish making bags, except for the ones I've already given away. How irritating. I threw out almost nothing other than paper. Paper paper paper. Enough to reconstruct a small forest. Recycling, go go go. I'm suspicious of our recycling bins, though. Howcome glass and paper and plastic can all go in the same one? In Newbury we're going to have to seperate them out... makes it seem more likely they'll be useful, even if it's going to be irritating.

Flowers poking up through the cracks in the concrete. Dust dust dust everywhere there are reciepts and pennies and dust. I guess those are the things which slip through the gaps around me. And hangers. Where did all these hangers sprout from?

Stupid wooden roses all scented and awkward. I can't take them! I can't throw them away! They're not a metaphor!

I JUST SKIPPED A JOANNA NEWSOM SONG IN FAVOUR OF MUMFORD & SONS...

I
I can't promise you that I won't let you down
And I
I can't promise you that I will be the only one around
When your hope falls down
But we're young
Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world
And love
This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land
Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees
At every turn
The water runs away from me and the halo disappears
And the hole when you're not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

So hold on to what you believed in the light