lilacs, apple blossoms and cocaine

I'm following small roads I've never walked before; it's quite exciting, not knowing where you are. Some of the pavements are so narrow I nearly hit my head in some branches hanging from low trees, I don't really mind though. I quite like this part of the year; the smell of lilacs flowing through the air and the pretty apple blossoms.

Listening to music, (pretending I'm in a music video as always; yes I do these kind of stupid things) I'm looking up at the sky, lip syncing to the current song, not noticing the surprised old lady walking the dog across the road - she must think I'm mental. This particular road is fantastic, with lilac bushes on each side of it, resting in the shadows of some tall oaks.

I break off a small twig from this apple tree; there's these wonderful blossoms at it, in the sheerest white and pink I've ever seen. At the time of my crime an old geezer drives past me at his bike, looking rather hard-mouthed. He stares at me, as well as I stare at him. I regret taking the twig for a while, even though the tree isn't actually standing at anyone's land.

When I get home I read the news; Peter Doherty jailed for six months for cocaine possession. My feelings are mixed - I'm both worried and relieved. He is a person I look up to (everything he has done), and my mind is with him. It is such a shame that those persons who seem to be some of the most intelligent, great-minded musicians and beautiful souls, have to waste it on drugs.

I will forever think of Peter Doherty when I see apple blossoms from now on.