Vashti Bunyan - Wayward
Untitled (adapted from automatic writings and a...
13 September, 2011 Frustration lingers over my hips. I feel unjustly repressed, denied feelings and release, and I question myself, “Who am I?” ( … i do not reply) He looks at me with that strange, careless look of his that seems concerned yet disaffected. Our distances push me further and further away from him and into the thick haze and unforgiving darkness of the sun—I swallow it, those...
5 September, 2011 He was half asleep, half awake, (the weight of his head causing it to bend over his stomach) in prayer, constantly falling in and out of an unpleasant dream where his hand, bizarrely thin but elephantine and difficult to move, was moving slowly towards his head in an attempt to wake him from his slumber—slowly, yet surely—but slowly—hesitating— suddenly it passed through his...