1 post tagged “josh pyke”

It is pretty much true that I'm cryptic, most of the times, so probably today what I will write will just be a weird ramble of thoughts that cant really make sense to anyone, or to most people at least, but then again, I wonder if anyone ever actually reads this. Who cares in the end. I'm just writing.

I am, I am... I am apples, on one side, and on the other I am quite... pears. (The second fruit choice is due to the fact that I hate pears).
I am apples because in an ideal world I would be smiling all the time, because all those things like, time, space, unnecessary things, fears, uncertainties etc, would not exist, or would not matter. But they exist and in the real world they're pears.

I have a few bitter pears to eat, it will take me quite a long time to do so, and I fear that in some of them I'll find big hard seeds that I will not be able to swallow, at least not without a certain difficulty.

I cut the first pear in fifteen slices, thin enough to look painless, but not enough to reveal possible problematic seeds. I will start eating the first slice in a few days.

The second pear has been sliced for me, in an unknown number of slices, and they will come unexpected, like the five slaps Marshall still owes to Barney. Live with this fear! I've never really seen this apple, I thought I glanced at it but I'm not sure, it might as well not exist or never come. But I better count it in, right?

The third pear is an exchange one. There's this pear, and there's a piece of chocolate cake. I might have to swallow the pear in order to get the chocolate, but I hope I will just be given the cake. It's a kind of general pear, indeed.

I think there are hidden pieces of other different pears somewhere on my plate. I guess I'll found out while Im eating.

Every now and then, someone gives me a piece of sugary apple. I trust it to be covered in sugar, but nobody can guarantee it won't be salt sometimes.

Mood: slightly anxious, scarily lucid, steady
Music: Josh Pyke - Sew My Name.
            And oh, I'm always thinking about you,
            and how you always wear me well,
            you can't outgrow something sewn under your skin,
            so I will always wear you well...
            and oh, I'm always thinking about you, I'm always thinking about you....