Big mugs
small blows

Hot tea
warm summer
icy winters
but not falling
running in the rain
sitting in sunny fields
smoking on bikes in Amsterdam
crying in toilets
no hugs
laughing fits
being misunderstood
fucking loving it
dancing in the hut
sitting on tables
feeding the ants
and running from bees
"an ant is in my special place"
"what time is it?"
climbing on to bunkers
then fallen off
blood
dirt
bitching

Tea and custard slices

EYE LINER!
Douche
douche
douche!
Drunk walk in to dark ending up in the park
clear sky's and fuzzed drunken heads
bubbles and smoke
stars and baby blue

you and me
we