MAYDAY

last mayday.


again.


so by sunday i should've taken control and know
exactly
how
everything
works.


maybe i don't want to.
maybe i don't feel like it.

maybe i won't.

i shouldn't be losing myself right now. i thought i was right here.


turns out no one else did.

I sat down in front of the organ

pushed my fingers down
and shouted out
Hey! This is Severance!

and that much was true. My fingers had found right.
I let my fingers run gently up and down the keyboards, let a soft tone trace the lyrics.


I think we might be afraid to fly, maybe only just a little bit though.
Once you're certain there's wind under your wings there's no reason not to let go.
Once you're certain you have wings you might have to try them right away.

There's a good wind today,
a warm breeze.


Soar.

What is it you are to be?

What are you becoming
what light are you shining

what sun are you turning
around?

It's a jungle out there
Tropics with heavy scents of darkly coloured blossoms

Dark sky of sun gone down, moon come out and stars too bright for the summersky.

makebelief

and sweet,
sweet,
sweet early morning.

A green world filled with so much rain.
Empty streets, soft sounds of drowsy birds
A promise for sunshine later, clouds shifting
showing a colour of light gold somewhere far beyond
A blue sky, soft in colour and gentle in breeze

Paper moon, or not
I know this to be true.

ROWEENA!

!
!

!

what are you looking at, it's not my bubbles!

Wonderful summernight. beautiful.
sleep well
YY