Loving Jamie Campbell Bower

Crow 

Crow calls my name 

Shifting the rain. 

Black eye’d and holy

My one and only 

Crow comes again

And every time I fall

And every time I dream 

And every time I sleep she’s staring at me 

And I can hear her song 

 And I can see her following me  

Forever she has flown 

Forever I will bleed 

And every time I sleep she’s there watching me 

And she don’t want no one 

Other than her loving me. 

A few weeks past I woke to the sound of screaming from the street below. Dazed I wandered to the window to see what the commotion was about. Looking down I saw 30 men fighting each other with sticks. Primal and base. Odd, That people should still think it necessary to fight like this. However this is not a reflection on Serbia at all. It just happened.

I like it here. The people are kind and very connected to nature. Which is more than can be said for most. 

I feel slightly weightless.

I shall land soon.

I’m sure.

Perhaps a fitting way to begin ones re-imergance into the land of Tumblr.

I have been self quarantined for 5 days now in the guesthouse of a local family here.

They are nice.

The husband plays the French horn and the wife also plays some brass instrument, although I am yet to determine which one it is as the walls seem to be quite thick here.

Time seems to consist of momentary conversations with those on the outside followed by spells of fervent creativity or laying face down on the sofa apoplectic with grief.

Breakfast this morning consisted of eggs and mushrooms. Not foraged from the local park. Which, lets be honest, is a shame.

Happy Thursday all.