My eyes are just too heavy and lost to look at the life that is now a reality. Why couldn't we just keep sleeping and drinking and reading. Why do we always fall back on living? It sure is silly.

Rain dancing and fairy lights, champagne and a fire. we go crazy at the thought of living, but it is great, it was great and we don't forget. Skin drenched, hair flat, eyes bloodshot, free and wild, that's all we ever were, all that we were ever going to be.

Yes, well sure. Bare stomachs and dresses cut in two. Oh I blush. Oh there they go, those stars. They sparkle because they like to tease. You poor boy, so poor, you've become insane. Yes, well sure. I am sorry, do I scare thee? I never meant to dear. Even the rich are insane. Poor in their richness because they forgot, what they were or who you were. You poor stuggling boy, insane. yes, well definitly. Definite in your insanity which was always more common than you thought.

Isn't it just so awfully sad?

Well I had my breakfast in the sun this morning and it was grand. A bagel and tea are a perfect Sunday breakfast. I might walk around to Sarah's after or perhaps she'll come here and we can drink tea and make a salad. Oh! and my garden is absolutely wonderful! The carrots are large enough to eat, the broad beans are lovely and green and the beetroot is just perfect in a salad. Marvellous, I tell you.

There it is again. That sinking feeling. I guess it's got something to do with the fading sun & jealousy. Really I have nothing to be jealous about, really nothing at all.

I just want to go and lie in a field of daisies, that would be nice.