this is chill.
I'm chill.

I don't know, its like catching snowflakes on my fingertips and watching them melt away.
watching them melt.
away.

it has been a stressful past week; mainly due to how screwed up my computer has been, and the repercussions of not being able to contact people I can't bear missing even if its for a single day.
brought my lappie to the CCC about four times, and each time they just couldn't fix it, those nasty twits.
until ashie (indian guy) decided to wipe my hard drive clean to get rid of those eveel spywarez.
so he did.

now I'm stuck here with a computer I barely recognise, but with working MSN and a clean start.
its like taking your child away from you and replacing it with a newborn baby.
a new, clean slate, but its just not the same.
oh well, I'm giving this baby in about a month's time, so thats long enough for me to survive.

after that, well;

after that, I'm wishing on a star for a beautiful block of carved lightweight aluminium.
hello, macbook pro.


so I make light of things you say;
the thing you said.
I tease and push and pull and I meld,
but really, I'm trying to tear through thin sheets of mercury to get to your head.
inside, inside;
we're digging ourselves in deeper.

now I lose my focus and you lose your touch,
I cling to electrical boxes shaded in and coloured,
fitted together like you should me,
and every construction that requires more;
I reply within the hour.

you reply from within the heart.

I think you are -
beautiful, like how I would imagine the way dandelions sway;
lets tell the time.
lets tell of love,
lets be.

40 days.