a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
apathy installed a lull that no amount of dancing could shake. days of strawberry lollies with no heat to melt them & midday light with no shadows. it seemed like the world was dreaming, that the tides had pulled us into an endless sleep with infinite skies & hearts that beat the rhythm of the songs that played to our ears alone while slowly the grass grew. i wish, i wish. but it wasn't like that at all. it was the 'summer' of no sleep. no sleep & no dreams. a 'summer' of 3am sounds & hours of the kind of silence that isn't really silent at all but instead hums, like static & whispers but quieter still.
pages turning under lamplight, papercuts, elliott singing "drink up baby, look at the stars", thinking. me & an old radio & the traffic in the night.Signed with love, charlie wyy.
