Friday, November 27, 2009

wild horses

Wild Horses Natasha Bedingfield

I feel these 4 walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out... hmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
Its greener pastures I'm thinking about
Wide open spaces far away

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
Run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses

I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, care free along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first headlong without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

I wanna run too...

Recklessly abandoning myself before you
I wanna open up my heart tell them how I feel

I wanna run with the wild horses

Monday, November 16, 2009


"I believe that it's not a question of what you should do to become creative, but what you should undo. To  become an un-person you need to be:
unlocked, uncensored, unbound, unimpeded, unplugged, unbarred, unpredictable, unleashed, unrestricted, untamed, unrestrained, unobstructive, uninhibited, unprejudiced, unhindered, unusual, unchained and uncorked."
~ Dominic O'Brien

Sunday, November 08, 2009

god's song

"It is like the sailors in Greek mythology. They were experienced and would never normally have gone near dangerous rocks. However, many were lured into dangerous waters by the Sirens. Even though the sailors knew the sirens meant evil, they could not resist their beauty and their seductive voices, so they met their deaths dashed on the rocks...Orpheus managed to avoid death from the Sirens by singing more beautifully than they did and drowning them out. Part of what is needed to overcome bondage is to seek God all the more strongly. If we sing God's song, then even the most beautiful song of the world will pale into insignificance."

From the book I'm reading.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

mess, a metaphor for... mess

it's an ongoing issue that i think i need therapy for. proof is here, here  and here.

the fact i am an utter mess at the moment is reflected in the fact that, once again, i have yet more proof of the above variety.

i was just reading back over this blog and noticed the pink scarf which i just realised was around my neck half an hour ago. i honestly have no idea how i managed to take it off and have it draped across the room. i couldn't create this sort of mess if i was trying, i swear it's some sort of genetic deformity... it's just so natural to be messy!

i reckon it must be time to reprioritise when it's 23:40, i have a 9am and i'm blogging about the mess which i have to clear in order to have enough room to sleep tonight. ah it sucks to be a mess.