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Archive for February, 2003

I don’t know

Posted by Andrew on February 9th, 2003

I don’t know what makes people tick…
I don’t know how I will make it home without my stomach exploding with hunger. A constant message eminates from within with “feed me”. I fantasize on the different foods that my hunger is making me crave. The only question is am I more hungry than tired. I […]

I know

Posted by Andrew on February 9th, 2003

I know that the night will be dark and that tomorrow it will be light. The rest what will happen I can only really guess. What will tomorrow hold, disaster, surprises, who really knows. Yet tomorrow is Friday and that means the last of work. I wonder do I look more to the end […]

I don’t remember

Posted by Andrew on February 9th, 2003

I don’t remember a dream when another dream enters my head. Oh it is gone but not forgotten. I don’t remember how much I like to write until I begin to write. Yet even when I remember or rather even when I try to make myself remember that I so like writing, it seems to […]

I remember

Posted by Andrew on February 9th, 2003

I remember the cold dark night when I sat at the bus stop and the feeling of aliveness felt so true. I remember the inspiration that I felt and the thrill and frustration as my pen moved quickly in my hand to try capture the moment. I remember another time, only yards away, when […]

When I awoke the next morning

Posted by Andrew on February 6th, 2003

When I awoke the next morning I wondered whether it was true. The blurry haze made everything so hard to remember. Was what true? I remember the early part of the evening so easily, I would be having a few drinks in a quiet café with friends. The next bit I remember is flirting […]

About a wound

Posted by Andrew on February 4th, 2003

The test runs had taken place and it was near official. I was the fastest kid to ride a raleigh budgie. Now for the run. I had gathered my crowd; Andrew, Stuart and Kenneth. I grip the handlebars tightly and with all my might I push down my feet on the pedals. I move […]