Holey buckets

Its funny how small things build up to something more enormous, like a cm a day of earth movements at plate boundaries can lead to giant earthquakes (or more minor ones in manchester! which is still amazing considering....anyway, back to the point)

So quantum leap by quantum leap.... its not like its anything major; short shorts that i said i would never wear, hair a different way, more writing and creative ideas springing off the walls. But its what these things represent that is important....

I realise as i step back from destructive things around me and draw a line, good must be the result.

Its like Liberty is being etched into my heart.... not marked in a bloody or sore way but a creative one, like the word is showing off or something.
Like a break in the surface of the earth can only create new land
or a new course for a river
or, like a red bucket being punctured with a nail, to give it holes all over. Now a useless bucket. We had lots of buckets already. But one where water flows out and catches the light - its beautiful

Useless and totally beautiful.
Thats liberty in me.
and its only just begun to put holes in my bucket.