Fear Builds Walls.
It’s the human condition to plan until the last moment and then be overcome with the obligatory stint of adrenaline. You get up and put it into action, and end up realising you’re the same dumb fuck you were before you formulated the plan.
The dumb fuck is me.
Today, I leave Room B110 for the last time. I’m not one to hang on religiously to memories incased in buildings, but I find the amount of history that has been made in these four walls astonishing. Over 8 months ago, I couldn’t have possibly imagined my mental and physical state, so I thought I’d recap.
I emerge from these walls a, to quote Coleridge, “sadder and wiser” individual. I feel more confident in being me, and I see the worth in being selfish occasionally. I want to help people and create things, and I’ve realised my past mistakes and how childish I was. I’ve grown up here, so thank you B110. You changed me.
- FbW.
The splice is an extract from Plath’s “The Hanging Man”.
The music is “Windswept” by Kevin MacLeod.
This was more an experiment in video than anything else. More positive than I intended, but I think it works better.
- FbW.
The Vaccines // If You Wanna
If you wanna come back it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright if you wanna come back…
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
..
Why are you Running Away?
(via clockworkfloyd)
This is a note for the many and a few.
It’s a call to arms, and a hopeful conscience.
I’m alone but not, and my feet are fine.
Let’s move my ashamed being to a better place.
I’ve changed for many, I’ve adapted for a few.
I’ve balanced on the biggest waves,
and hungered for mere signal of you.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a partner or friend.
I never left and Im improbably shitty,
but I have faith in my resolve, though I’m like a lost puppy.
Hang on to me. I might come in useful.
I am the vessel for emotions forgot, and a rag doll physic you can use if you’d like.
Just hang on to me. Im not that bad.
Thinking of ‘videoising’ this tomorrow. We’ll see.
