Something that wont be

I awoke to a sun half covered by a white blanket, its light sept through, and the blue that broke through, it made peace with every callous sight that witnessed its wonder. I store on out from my warm home, through a window pane split to four by pure white plastic, the look was deemed fashionable.

I looked and wondered about you and thought, is she at work at the moment or Is she at home? Should I call around tonight or should I leave my thoughts to an assuming mind? I look and think too often, I never act on impulse. So an eve passes and I'm back home, looking out from my window.

I looked on out down, towards your house, past the green fence and towards the conservatory windows. They were lit bold by cream covered blinds, French by design. I store right on through and wondered, thought about who lay behind them. Your mother and father watching something on TV, you sat faraway, cast in the dim blue of your computer screen, playing some game, just doing anything to take your mind away from the trivialities of the real world. Wondering about him, perhaps stealing an odd thought about me? Maybe I'm not in your mind at all, maybe it's just you escaping from everything through a false reality.

But how I do remember how you were.I heard your dry wit and strength, how you hid behind it. Your mind opened and I caught a glimpse; underneath you are as fragile as every girl that I've met. Beneath all of that intelligence and layers of obvious individuality, you were just a girl lost by life. so I wonder almost every day about you. But I walk by and keep on walking, wondering about you.

-Joey

Such a day

How surreal it seemed to hear such a laugh passing from her lips, amazing was such a day. I Never knew someone could be so funny, no girl has ever made me laugh like that; I didn't think it was possible. But our laughs kept on coming boldly and then quietly as I remembered the hour was late (my folks were sleeping in the next room).

I begun to wish that I was right there with her. How much funnier would it have been to see her crumble to the ground in hysterics? And to watch me trip as I try to pick her up? What a sight it would have been to see two laughing fools rolling about the floor. Such a day will come I'm sure.

I wouldn't of traded this night for another, to me it was one of those nights that I'll never forget. For a day that started off so poorly I couldn't have expected it to have shone so brightly by the end. It was her birthday.

We talked for hours, it seemed little more than minutes to me, I wish I had the day. I don't think that I could run out of things to say and laugh about with her, I'm not sure I can, ever. So bring on the evening and night so I can spend it right, bring it on so I can talk with her tonight.

-Joey

So apparently

Apparently I have a talent,

Though I don't see it as talent.

Apparently ways to express

don't come natural to most.

But expression is all we know.

"It seems rather than enticing

that we would rather be the ones enticed."

By the arts,

by all forms of awe.

But we all express,

we always want to express more.

So when you say I have a talent,

I say I'm not nearly as talented

as I could be.

I say I can't be talented:

For I am simply a man,

expressing himself.

-Joey

So where was I?

So here it is;

I've been busy.

Yup! Rather strangely I have been able to keep myself ticking over for the last couple of days and that is without much computer to inbetween. So things as they say could be a lot worse my end. Now I'm sure you are expecting a huge wall of text about what I've been up to, maybe I'd throw a few dry witted observations and musings in there too? Well perhaps. But that would take far too much time out of my hugely 'busy' schedule, so I give it to you in short hand instead:

So things have been going rather well, I've been off since Monday ...And yes it is taken holiday, there aren't any illnesses to be had my end. As you'd expect I spent the first few days with some really great ideas. I initially set out to get some recording done because well as you'd expect; I play instruments. I am rather partial to the drums and guitar but the recording was going to be guitar based.

I failed miserably.

Instead I managed to go through quite a considerable amount of alcohol and and port based wine. I basically sung karaoke and watched films, which to be honest was a rather enjoyable experience. I do not spend enough time dealing in simple pleasures such as those.

So come and roll on the weekend, it always begins with Friday they say. My brothers and my sister to be were coming over for the weekend. So lest to say, I had to clear up the shrine of my trials; countless bottles went into the recycling bin, pizza boxes and empty packets were disposed of without a passing thought. The house was spotless by the end, hands smelt of bleach.

Roll on Friday afternoon.

My brother (I have four by the way) brought over the guitar and amp, after greetings and a sit down there was an awkward obligatory silence. Broken by the word:

So...

We proceeded to the garage (where my drumkit is) and had a jam. I forget the songs we played, it kind of just turned into one big improv session of me hitting anything in my reach and him just playing some riff he wrote as he went along. We traded places and we did the same in opposite positions although (I reluctantly state) my guitar work left a lot to be desired, I just played punk riffs to cover up my lacking guitar skills.

The night was ended in the haze a numb mind, I drunk yet more beer and port. I probably sung karaoke for endless hours with my future sister. Although strangely I awoke with a clear mind in the glorious rays of a middays sun, I was well rested. I got me a chip butty and a coffee.

And all was right with the World.

Now I'm left with the rather blunt notion and a silent hope that tonight will end in an as favourable manner as last night. So all there is left to say is:

Bring it on!

-Joey

P.S I apologise for lying to you the reader. I had no intention of writing my activities in short hand/bullet point form I confess. But all the same you kept on reading, now that is dedication. I applaud you.