wannit.

Drink like dwarves, Smoke like wizards, Party like hobbits.

fuckit life's short.

a long winter

emotional intelligence and "writer's block"...
such juxtaposition
epitomises my frustrations;
the gnawing rat in my belly
is at least a weight-loss program;
and the PSI in my head 
must mean progress.
In the deep of any winter
lies coiled the new season,
hidden, insulated, gestating...
And sooner than later
this hard pruning will unfurl
bright newness
in my long awaited Spring.
Long sought songs of self
and peace, and love which is love.
Nurture the brightness,
for the Summer comes ...
If you want it.




by Lizzy.