alrighty folks. it's been decades since i've posted on here,

 i am aware of that.

but i am with no means sorry 

because i spend my time focusing on me, myself and i

 which was a rarity before.

 i've had a lot of fun and quite a few new experiences, 

found my place in school, worked twice a week

 and earned some good money, booked some trips for the summer 

and realised a couple of things about life 

and the world. which is always good because maturing, growing...you know.

i am currently in my exams period again which sucks,

 to be quite frankly. 

but it'll pass again. 

and then it's finally summer time with all its beauty and benefits.

 you can't imagine how much i look forward to it.

 all the freetime, all the adventures i'll have with my beloved friends

 and even while making new ones.

i hope everyone had a great time the past two months 

while i was absent and lovely eastern!

here is my belated easter gift for you outhere

 who enjoy great music - you don't even have to search for it :)

- eggsies -

☼

let's run in fields and fear the dark together,

fall of swings and burn special things,

and both play outside in bad weather.

let's eat badly.

let's watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.

let's sit in the back of the car,

making eye contact with strangers driving past,

making them uncomfortable.

not caring.

not swearing.

don't fuck.

let's both reclaim our superpowers;

the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.

the ability not to fear social akwardness

to panic when locked in a cellar,

still sure there's something down there.

and while picking from pillows each feather,

let's both stay away from the edge of the bed,

forcing us closer together.

let's sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces;

sticking pur tongues out at passers by.

let's cry.

let's swim.

let's everything.

let's not find it funny lest someone falls over.

classical music is boring.

poetry baffles us both;

there's nothing that's said is what's meant.

plays are long, tiresom, sullend and filled;

with hours that could be spent rolling down hills,

and grasing our knees on cement.

let's hear stories and both lose our innocence.

learn about parents and forgiveness,

death and morality,

kindness and art,

thus losing both of our innocent hearts,

but at least we won't do it apart.

grow up with me.