It's been so long, so very long. I never thought I'd come back to this, this quiet medium. The blog who never judged. I had almost given up hope, almost forgotten about you, apart from the rare occasion when my mind would wander to the past and I'd think about the boy who once was. Even now, as I'm typing, I'm wondering if anybody's even going to know about this return, this moment of induced weakness.
Oh well, I'm really returning this one time because of a recent spate of events that have convinced me that I need to start getting in touch with my creative self again (even if but for this moment, to write this blog post) but this time, I'm determined to turn my thoughts into reality. For too long, I've thought about all the instruments I want to learn, about all the sweet music I want to make, about the hundred and one thousand things I tell myself I want to do. This time, I must, must, must create! The urge to create is eating away within. Conversations, concerts, charity work and gigs I've recently been privileged to have been privy to have made me determined to get off my thought rocking horse and just work it. Specifically, it was a conversation in a kelong with my very impressive and intelligent colleague (Misterrr Nick), a completely-by-chance watching of a DJ set by Gramaphone Children (and subsequent chat with said DJ) of the Kitsch Cat Club, chilling out to the keyboards of Au Revoir Simone, bopping my head to The Karl Maka Project, amazed by the genuine enthusiasm of the kids of Tanjung Pinang's School 6 and wanting to show my girlfriend (who's been really very encouraging) that I am capable of making the music that I love that have landed me in this very strange position of being stuck somewhere between excitement and trepidation!
And now, in a return to true form, I have a Poem of the Day for you, dear reader. Well, really, it was inspired by my precious girlfriend but written also to satiate what I imagine must be your deep-seated hunger for my poems.......maybe I really have been dreaming, this whole time. What am I on about??!! (And this is really where we see the return of the old blogmeister tim of yore; he's actually written a poem for the first time in YONKS!!):
Poem of the Day:
Breathe
Breathe,
Just breathe.
I want to beatmatch my breathing to yours,
I want to lie beside you,
With my arms and legs tangled with yours,
Like one continuous boy-girl pretzel,
Our...
Chests rising, breathing,
In unison,
Lips squeezing,
Air out.
Breathe in.
And Out.
It's hard though, to
deal with the fact that you are apart from me,
On the motherland, caught in a storm of sand.
While I am here safe and bored and thinking of you,
Breathing like a half-empty boy pretzel.
For you are in Beijing and I only have my thoughts to keep me sane,
Until you return to complete this puzzle.
Tim'10
Choonage: Justin Faust - Carpi Spinoff (Cyndi Night Drive Killer RMX)
