Where do you feel most at home?” he asked.
She thought for a moment and then answered, “Up in the clouds; where it never rains, where I can be in the middle of a thunderstorm. Up where sunsets last forever and sunrises can be chased. Where I’m just a little closer to the stars and the constellations sparkle. Up where huge cities are just tiny twinkles of light and mountains are the size of my thumb. Where I remember that I’m smaller than a speck of that city light, but I am composed of microscopic atoms. I feel most at home when I have no idea exactly where I am; when I’m in between places. Something about being in an airplane, feels so familiar.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 56
“From an airplane window”
Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,
Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,
She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,
Fall in love. Write a book. Paint the skies. Fly with the wind. Sleep with the stars. Dance with the rain. Swim with the river. Sing with birds. Travel with art. Meditate. Build bridges. Listen to trees. Inspire others. Feel emotions. Serve people. Fill them with positivity. Be expressive. Be faithful. Be weird. Give hope and strength. Spend time with freedom. Explore reality. Conquer fears. Fulfill dreams. Learn from mistakes. Appreciate everything. And when it’s time to die, go home. Then, there will be rebirth of consciousness.
HEY I drew lots of creatures with wiggly ears and snuffly noses for Flying Eye Books last year, and the snazzy hardcover book is officially out this month in the UK! It hits shelves later in the year (June/July) in Australia and America, but available now for preorder. Huge thanks to Pippa Goodhart and Flying Eye!!
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.