Writing

And I'm sitting here and I feel like writing.



I just have that urge, have you ever had it? Where you're just sitting there, with nothing at all to do, not necessarily bored but just with nothing to do, and then you get this sudden urge to write something, not just to occupy your time but you just feel like writing.



So I decided I'd write this, and then I decided I actually had no idea what I was gonna write after i wrote about the fact that I had this sudden urge to write...



I wrote this poem ages ago and now I feel like sharing it with you...not that anyone reads this blog anyway, there's never anything interesting on it.

Touch,
The sound of Eden,
Where a bird can only be held to be heard.

Smell,
The sight of Heaven,
Where to smell a rose you must all but see it.

Hear,
The taste of Paradise,
Where a sound must be heard to flood our senses.

See,
The feel of Glory,
Where we must see all to live a life.

Taste,
The smell of Rapture,
Where a scent does paint a new emotion.

Breath,
The life of Living,
Where to live becomes a dream.

So there it is, and here I am, sitting here with nothing to do...

And on that note, I say goodbye.

Confused

Okay, so I'm aloud be a bit confused aren't I?

I mean, I go to the movies, with a guy that I like (he knows it), and to begin with I have no idea whether this is a platonic thing, just friends, or like a date or whatever. And so we see the first movie, 'Prom Night', which scares the bejeezes outta me, and I cling to him slightly, and its all flirty. Then we go to intencity and hang out a bit and he offers to hold my handbag while I play a game, sweet, isn't he. The he suggests that we see another movie, I really to this moment have no idea why, but we did, so we went and bought the tickets. Then we go into the cinema and everything's fine, we're flirty, we muck around (not in the personal sense), during the movie I have my arm on top of his and our fingers are kinda entwined...this is where it gets confusing...and then his hands are cold so he decides to warm them up on my leg, which is fine, until he starts trying to feel me up. So I spent the rest of the movie warding of his hands and laughing...

See why I'm confused.

Does he like me? Does he do it to everyone? What is going on?