Leith Walk walk

Romulans and Capulets, polluted streams of conciousness, a Hippo skipping with children. Backwards. Stones and stonecraft, ancient rites and rituals, going nowhere. The world, space and a New Age. Twenties, thirties, balloons and art. Nothing.

Solitude, the Highlands, poetry and dance.

Hope. Hope. Hope.

Embarrassment, worry, unrest. Clear waters running, moss, fir, pine. Body malfunction, depression, the unknown. Attempts, more attempts and a thin peace.

Numb love.

Feeling, winging way into caverns of doubt. And beauty? Yes, but uncompared. Dangerous. Other people, success, envy, a wall. Steps, views, points of perception. Valleys of the damned, sounds and correctness. Smells like, oriental, West. Dog shit. Check this out.

Obsessive, illogical movements. Reasons, lack of them. Sense long gone, back to firs, moss, pine. Loneliness. Self betrayal, disillusion, delusion, confusion. A right old mess.

Memories.

Nuts and berries, fire, music, friends and death. Danger. Fish, wind, India. The rocks, more worry. Relax, try again, seeking, seeking, seeking. Found. Found money. Irritation, denial, bewilderment and melancholy. Wine. Really, do check it out. Myopia, risk, football.

Where to? Santiago, warmth, Queen of Diamonds. The future, fear, justice. Mainly fear. And anger. Art, religion, something to look forward to. Trapped, expectations, history.