Jordan-Ahhhh Jordan can you wash up, ahh Jordan can you just do something round the house for once f*ck off! Rrrr shut up mum I aint doing nuttin round the house.
Cramped into a few square meters. Belongings scattered everywhere. Dwelling in and turning over every memory. Of warm countries, way south. Of ventures into dense, wild and overgrown land.
I saw a glimpse of a coat flutter around the corner. So I agitate after to see. Ghosts of commotion hang abundant in the air. No longer here, no longer with me.
I've been up, down, knees, cloud. Fading into view. Rise and fall, don't we all. Love to be confused. . Make it natural naked fun. Force it make it wrong.