2007

year 11..and all it had to offer.
uncle weekoon and cancer.
lying on the rocks at orchard glory in the dark and silence.
shooting stars.
pain
hurt
tears
God

jetty
trip down south
the small things.

funny how we tell ourselves that next year's gonna be better when its only a difference of a day. its only psychological; but really, its not going to change a thing at all.

i want to sit on that jetty down at south perth foreshore, in that little corner with the wind kissing my cheek and just sing. and come undone.

next year, i'm going to try to be a nicer person. friendlier. more open. more accepting. to try and have a longer arm to reach out.

next year then talk la, huh?