musings tied to poetic bruisings.

breakfast. yum.

too much food for thought.

too much philosophical musing and poetic bruisings.

my black paper-back moleskin is going to be filled to the brim.

before i've had a chance even to tip back my chin.

let it begin.

i want to lie naked with the austra-lian
sun on my pale form in the kangaroo valley once a-gain.
with this song on, billowing out over the valley.
(the only two compact discs in the house were a clasical compilation and 'Steve's Best of Bruce Springstein'
i just happened to fall in love with this song in the very hot heat of the day)

That was such a lovely little break i had there,

in March just earlier this year.

I would very much like a house just like it,

in a private yet wild place where i need not worry nor consider any close neighbours.

guitar playing and foot stomping at any time i please,

and free, naked wanderings in beautiful wild and moody surround-ings.

- katie joy m.