So here it all begins back in my old room, that feels almost like a guest room nowadays since moving out, anyways I've not been writing in a while and i quess this maybe be due to a lack of inspiration or was i just writing because, i couldn't understand a moment, a moment where all the walls in the other room were collapsing;? QUESTION? no answer yet, however while typing away and listening to SMITH WESTERNS, I'm beginning to realise, that over the past few weeks there have been so many small things, which have altered the way i have taken a step or even the way i have been drinking my coffee, but why did i let them pass me by, for instance a colourful jacket spotted a milk bottle at two in the afternoon, it had been forgotten, they didn't eat cereal that day maybe they had eggs, hum 000000 eggs i like that. but the guys next door were leaving they had cardboard boxes, they were stacking there year into one of those boxes, they were leaving that behind only to move to the next year.. then the silver car stopped the colourful jackets next move,,, STOP,,,,,and in this moment that was when she realised why on earth she had purchased such a ridiculous jacket..

Anyways I'm giving this week a week of just words so let that commence>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> let something happen to youuuuuuuu///// what did you spot,,, that made you want to trot while you thought you were looking hot,,, YEA you did, you don't want to become like Pinocchio now do you