
What makes me smile #1927
Hi.
I’m sick of this.
Australia, south-west Sydney, 7.10am
There’s a strange sense of beauty between an unkempt city and the majesty of the sky.
This year is about me, so that the rest of my life can be about others.
We live in a heavy, heavy world, and there’s a pop song in my head
Let my show you some rhythm!
Now that I have seen, I am responsible, faith without deeds is dead. …I am on a plane, across a distant sea, but I carry you in me.
“What are you up to, Pooh?”
“I was wandering along, and having a think, and I was thinking if you had such a thing as a balloon about you.”
Cheers to the losses that grew us up,
Killed our pride and filled out cup…
This is my legacy, cheers to you.
All around the world there’s a sinking feeling
Out there, right now, someone’s feeling down on themselves
And don’t know why
Live out loud!
The seaweed is always greener,
In somebody else’s lake
There’s the train, there’s the tracks
I could leave and I could choose to not come back.
Pause for a chat with an elderly south African man
And these days, I wanna be six again
Oh make me a red cape, I wanna be superman
How can I be the only one, without a smile on my face?
And now you’re laughing out loud at the thought of being alive
And I was wondering if I could just be you tonight.
So easily will I drown
In all the pools of all my reason
And that’s when I got off the train.