I want to fall down, take you with me, all the way down.

I want to be an anorexic, empty mess of a girl.
I want to be helpless, hopeless and vunerable.

Then maybe you'd think about someone other than you.

Birdcages.

So I watched Bridge To Terabithia yesterday and decided i need birdcages hanging from my ceiling, and a sun above my bed.

(and cobwebs between the cracks in the coffee)

I also need :

1) time to keep in my pocket.
2) musical notes to thread through my hair, and round my neck and through my fingers.
3) a love that i can hang from trees, and buildings , and clocks on the side of churches.

I'd like to go fishing.

It's currently a rainy Sunday in glorious South Dublin.
Cold and carried away, but I'm still here.
Bored, naturally, without the will to do anything.
Listening to the new Meg & Dia album, Here, Here and Here.
Which is rather splendiferous.

When, in reality, I should be knee deep in notes and theorms and mourning my broken calculator.
In fantasy, I am sitting beside a warm Greek ocean, watching my hair dry wispy and twisted, and letting the salt crust over my elbows and fingertips and knees.

Damn the weather, I'd like to go fishing.
Not to catch guppies, but to bask in the poeticness of it all.

And that is how my mind works.