Wednesday, April 09, 2008
"...and I'm five years ago, and three thousand miles away"
My head is clear.
It's as though nothing ever happened - ever.
I have no history, no context, no back story.
I am a clean sheet, a blank canvas.
I'm waiting to be written.
But there's nothing more daunting than an empty page.
The Seldom Seen Kid - Elbow