I guess everybody is lonely.

It's been a while, not had a laptop. Just moved to Manchester and I think it's time to start thing's again. I always thought that now and then i could come back to this whenever i felt like it and just process my words into ink, but it never felt right. Maybe it was the thought of comfort. Maybe it was the thought of stable routine; Wait till it's dark, light a few candles and a fresh incense stick just to elaborate on the aroma of lavender. Lay out a large skin and load it with your weed and tobacco, hold it in your hands and roll it gently then lick to keep it held together. Hold your lighter to the end of the spliff... inhale.

Eyes are closed. 

Eyes are open.

With an infusion of essences in this box room gathering around the air and holding onto the walls, we know we are both in this for the long run tonight, holding the walls. There is one thing missing though and that is the music, so you click toward shuffle and choose the album named 'For Now'. That's why it's been a while. I guess we are both back if you are reading this. It means a lot, but please... Stick around because without you there to read these.. My words are as lonely as I.

Looking outside i see trees and i see the blue sky whimpering behind it. The blue is shaking the leaves to try and get in the picture, but the trees withhold. Most say that it's the wind moving the branches and the leaves, but the wind is the earth's breath. It's sharing the silent words between the constant mass of green and blue. One single tree will always be more breath taking than the sky. I walk up the moor being misguided by the pebble road which had been disguised by the loose rocks thrown by children, and i reach this one single tree on the side of a trodden hill. I wonder if my feet are walking in someone's footsteps as each time my foot touches those 40 or so blades of grass, they almost lay in a bowing form, knowing which way to fold. I see that tree and i think to myself how many little girl's have came here to hold a bear tea party. How many broken hearts had cried into that tree seeking console, and to take anger into it's weak bark. The runaways that know that this is the only place to have an escape. How many names had been carved into that tree. And how many names carved out, "Meet me at the old withered tree at dawn and we can run away together."

Am i stood in his position? But there is no sound, not even the faint whistling of the sky's breath. But the words in my head almost elevating me in a balloon motion as they gather. The words gather a sentence as though it were magnets on a fridge, and it spells out to me what most had thought.

'Why Are You Here?'

"Your here and i try to wonder why,

I can't even hold your hand or take you with me so...
Why are you reaching out?

Lowering your eyes and alibi's as to why you advertise these cry's when a meaningful show is televised.

You look up and down and hold that frown as the hurt and pain will hold their crown.

So get them off that high horse because your stronger.

You know why your here so you have to push,

Why close your eyes and start to hush?

I'm still here and i'm not going anywhere until your with me but to do that you have to open.

I take it back and i'll hold your hand.

Please just care and for god's sake be there, look in my eyes as you graze my hair and stare...

Call me beautiful...

You met me at the wrong tree and we only have little time to leave this place so pace. 

Silly boy, you aren't in someone else's position. 

You were just barefoot and naked. That's how little you are with me. But now your filling your shoes.

Take my hand, we haven't got much time"