Friday, June 20, 2008

I miss part 2.....


I've been looking so long at these pictures of you that I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel Remembering you standing quiet in the rain as I ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close how I always held close in your fear remembering you running soft through the night you were bigger brighter and whiter than snow and screamed at the make-believe screamed at the sky and you finally found all your courage to let it all go Remembering you falling into my arms crying for the death of you heart you were stone white so delicate so lost in the cold you were always so lost in the dark Remembering you how you used to be so drowned you were angels so much more than everything oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly open my eyes but I never see anything If only I'd thought of the right words I could have held onto your heart if only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you Looking so long at these pictures of you never hold onto your heart looking so long for the words to be true but always just breaking apart my pictures of you There is nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart of my pictures of you

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I miss part one.....





I miss my Uni days, the careless innocence of it all. The greatest days of my life?

The love, the growing up, the first attempt of making a success of adult life....

The Cure, leather jackets, bad hash, good hash, cherry roll ups, cherry Docs, Ashby Road (pictured), the most beautiful art students, stripey leggings, sex, sex, LOVE, MAJOR LOVE, Guinness, The Paget Arms, crap bikes, going to bed 48 hours after getting up, pots of tea, CONVERSATION, train journeys, young persons railcards, kit bags, Grebos, funky dreads, piercings, band t shirts, the left legged pineapple (music store), RAG week, music journalism (bad, very bad), Harry French Court, writing letters, writing essays, librarys, missing lectures, food fights, Home and Away (?!) The Wonderstuff, Neds Atomic Dustbin, Pop Will Eat Itself, black jumpers with holes, crap cookery, depression, cold nights, The Smiths, The Cure The Cure The Cure.....

The very happiest of memories...... Loughborough Uni 1991-1994