One of my favorite stages of life comes up again. Charlotte Street stands ignorant or annoyed at me doing its usual passers-by, businessmen and Italians sipping the best Fitztrovia cappuccino under my window and I secretly planning an escape. It might no longer be a secret.
Take the leap of faith and the safety net will appear. It was the first time I leaned outside my window yesterday with no fear of falling down despite what my company and I had been up to. And the non-existing stars in the Bt tower adorned London pink grey ( multi adjective ) sky were there for me to imagine. Even though the stars and the starts were out of view I could still see them.
So now I am depressed out of happiness I guess. The excess has rejoiced enough in the mess and now we are travelling back into the less of nostalgic bless. Rhymes have rhymed enough or not enough but since these are all signs I can re-shape them back into the right sound.
Get right... this summer...I move you move I pack you unpack ...
ps: what you want want, dont get, get, dont want, want.
