GIMME THAT!

I swim in rather inappropriate waters.

It isn't about what Katie did anymore, it's what's Katie's doing all the time. It is the endless collection of disturbing motions in the head.

It is the crave for things that can never be possessed.
It's the candy haunt and vain 54 kilos.

It's the fashion and music and trips and a lack of money.
Thingies.
The shoes.
The dress.
The body.
The lust.
Are the kings who have disappeared. There are someone else's kings to race.



It's the daily fight to change.
“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
And the daily projects about the market change.
It's the dwell about being mistaken or even ignorant. It's the question.
Days of dreaming, nights of closing in.

It's the pain in the spring.

But nothing..that's done.

Katie isn't evolving, she's returning. Back. To all the cats she remembers, shallow open graves, windy high trips, dark movie scenes, ever further. Returning to the redness on her pale, to the words unsaid and missed out. Open up, Katie.