Friends, amongst others.

We live in a circle. We're surrounded by positive out-look, 'life is more than 9 to 5' people. Our friends. The best people we know.

When it gets late, ourselves and our friends go home and write serriously about serious stuff using serious words like 'wish', 'voice' and 'transparent'. Some of us also do it wearing headphones on the bus, whilst in conversation at lunch or during ciggie breaks at work.

We're a funny group of friends. Look after your friends.

My feet upset the water on the pavement,
Grey and wet and cold.
The rain on my face doesn't bother me,
The problem lies within my shoes.
They are getting old, full of holes.

There are rips in my jeans,
This T-Shirt just barely clean.
It's a wonder anyone sees anything in me.

Though I aren't commercially impressive,
I do have desire.
I want to drown, drown, drown
In beautiful sound.
Not water, girls mother's despair,
Drown in sound, peaceful and unaware.