Saturday, 6 September 2008

only you understand

This old house is a part of you, inside it youve cried a thousand tears and laughed so hard that you got that aching in your ribs that one that you only get if you forget everything else and just laugh.
You can tell what every little creek means and you judgre how many steps to take in the dark, that piercing doorbell the would only wake you if you had heard it a thousand times, you know where each and every plug is and exactly how long it takes for the hot water to go from hot to skin scalding, you know where your the best sound is and where you can go and be alone.

leave it all behind and start again, its time to go