Sufjan Stevens

After slumming it at my boyfriend's flat for a couple of weeks, the other day I urged myself back to my own derelict bedroom. I was bewildered with inspiration to shake off my work uniform, grab my sketchbook and sink my teeth into some beautiful newly discovered songs.

Counting Stars

When I took my first breath, when my eyes blinked and a tear dribbled down my cheek for the very first time, I bet no one ever guessed those needy hungry screams would grow into pure insanity. The everlasting curse that dwells in the shadows of my conscience has been busy dropping weights of pessimism in my stomach, attempting to ignite my nerves and anxiety.

Today has been a struggle to reach above the water that is drowning my mind. Do I let myself sink into delirium, fight or just submerge into the next wave and disappear. For now I think i'll swim into the sweet blissful void of hardcore music.

A Day To Remember

Surprisingly I am still retaining a bit of optimism whilst I wait out the rest of this god damn awful year. Lets say 2013 can suck it!

However I have been suffering with wanderlust. This place that i've found myself wound up and rooted in is no longer forming into a home but a cage instead. My days are made up of looking up, above and beyond the spider web made up of camouflaged enemies and doubts.

Arcane Roots

There has been no forgive and no forget, but there is silence. 

I am stuck in a state of delirium. It has been an overwhelming year. A landmark of broken morals, lost dignity, alienation, solitude and a tonne of trust issues. As it draws to a close, there is only hope, a hope like birds that sense the dawn and sing when it is still dark. 

With that small yet tenacious encouragement I am escaping this past and embracing something better. My sketch books, my notebook, my playlist and of course, a cigarette paired with an extra milky cup of tea by my side. 

Hit The Deck Festival

So this week was the last week of slavery at work, all the fucking time. From now on I’ll only be doing it half the time. At least that’s something. I woke up on my first day of half freedom to clouds and a downpour of rain but the sky could sense my mood this morning and now I am sat outside in the glory of the sun.

I’ve been questioning whether to bother writing about Hit the Deck festival. I guess the urge has overcome me.