and: the poetry thread

[unwound floors]

Today I am grateful so here is a list of things I love in this world.

I dig the sound of a good beat, turned up so loud I feel it vibrating through the floors. After my classes are done, I like to pick up a coffee and sit outside the Mathieson Library for a cigarette before I head home. My best friends are all beautiful creatures. Mangoes are my favourite fruit. I enjoy finishing off a long day by constructing an excellent playlist in iTunes, rolling a joint and lolling about on my laundry-covered bedroom floor. I like to delude myself into thinking I'm a good writer as I pour out my disjointed, messy poetics into the various notebooks I've amassed. I get off on the presence of enthusiastic and warm-hearted people. I enjoy daydreaming about my beautiful Philosophy lecturer (forearms, wide blue eyes, nice glasses, floppy blonde hair - oh) and tutor. I feel good when I break into darker places and go underground into the belly of the city, in drains and abandoned places where the light is thin and dust moves with me. I love Ableton and FL Studio and feeling the incomparably satisfying magic of letting a beat I've made loose through my speakers. I probably love you.

Do you love? And what do you love?