where are you, oh foolish wanderer of the night?

Blake has not returned again.

I heard John tell him to go out and do something, but i'm not sure exactly what it was. In any case, that was a good ten hours ago, and he still isn't back.

I played guitar for a while today. I don't really want to talk about it but Blake keeps on going on about it and giving everything away so i guess i should clarify some things:

a.) Blake is a fine guitar player, whether he admits it or not.

b.) I am still learning, no matter what Blake says.

c.) The guitar can be a beautiful instrument even if you are a beginner.

Over the past few days Blake has been talking about all the travelling he has done and it has made me feel kind of strange. If i were a puppet on a string, then i would say that someone is pulling those strings, because i feel compelled to leave this place and discover the rest of the world.

Is this what it was like for you, mum?

I might visit JJ, see if he's seen Blake.

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leave all your problems up in the sky
and let them float around for as long as they like,
because maybe when we have enough of them
we can paint the skies a colour of our own.