♥ Dinner for Mouschi

6 Oct

photoshop and your plethora of endless possibilities go away you are bad bad bad

My favourite sunrise ever was at Glastonbury 2004 on a Tuesday morning. We were at the Stone Circle overlooking the whole valley. I remember random men yelling ‘Ketamine, please, someone sell us some Ketamine’, my parents lying on the grass in each others arms, eyes closed, in a world where only each other existed. Other friends of ours who came up with us that week were huddled around fires and candles. Tribal drums played within the stone circle whilst pretty ladies danced and the smell of weed drifted around the hill.

Things have changed a little since then, but I don’t know if I believe in change, I believe in growth.

Today I appreciated London, it was a bit odd. It’s really a part of me, and I can’t imagine having grown up anywhere else. There’s something at the bottom of it all, and I know it is my home.

I haven’t drawn or read anything except for poetry in the past month

The first rule of life is colour is everything.

For a few weeks now I’ve been having really scary dreams. Last night when I went to stretch my arm under my pillow I found a piece of paper printed with Saint Benedict’s rule.

“Once you have done this, my eyes will be upon you and my ears will listen for your prayers, and even before you ask me, I will say to you; Here I am”

I guess my mumma had left it there for me.

I don’t find myself that religious anymore, but the part when he said that he would be here for you “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here” without even asking or trying.

It made me feel like that there really is always something. You will be able to find unconditional love, even when the world has failed you.

(And this unconditional love, I don’t think it can only be found within religion or faith or from your family and friends. I think it can be found anywhere, if you look hard enough, on book shelves and under your pillows.)

With love x