what i learnt this year...

the world is bigger and smaller than i thought.  friends occur in unexpected places.  punks cry.  dreams die, but you get over it.  collins street is beautiful in the evening, so are the great lakes, so is a loungeroom in a house in north melbourne.  carry your own happiness everywhere.

home again

back to where the air is fresh and the stars are bright enough to hurt your eyes.  I relax into clean sheets and clean lungs.  It feels fraudulent to be this good, but half of me wants to kick the ciggies, the boys, the booze and always be this good.