The seventh.

High horse.

You can’t chose when or where you are going to be friends with someone. You can’t treat people like an in between friend when you have nothing better to do.

Maybe my heart is too big. I think people think they can only have one or two good friends at a time. That is one big fat lie.

I will not be your inbetween friend anymore, & what’s sad is, i think we could have been the very best of friends. But i forgot, you already have close friends, so lets forget all the stuff we have in common, the music, the humour, the everyday stuff, because thats not what friendships about, right?

So tired of the straight line, 
and everywhere you turn, 
there’s vultures and thieves
at your back. 
The storm keeps on twisting, 
you keep on building the lies.

I don’t know what to believe anymore.

The third.

So my first comment provoked me to write something about myself, something I like to do.

I used to love photography just driving out to nowhere taking photos of nothing.

I still love photography, but I feel that life is in the way of things now. When you were 18 and didn’t have to worry about making sure the washing was done before work on Monday and paying bills and saving money.

I used to write alot of poetry, but that only happens when I am sad and my life is good.

Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.

So maybe I should start taking photos again.

I’ve started reverting back to the type of music I used to listen to, which has reminded me of all the amazing singer songwriters out there.

It also reminds me of the people I left behind, because, they didn’t keep up.