Sit down and let me tell you all the things that I am. I guarantee my list will not match up with any assumptions you may have made in your head and it will barely match up with any list I could have made five years ago.
I tried waxing my legs today for the first time in years. Then I remembered why I haven’t used wax strips in years. It hurts. Sure, it doesn’t hurt for long, but it’s so very unnecessary to put myself through it. I’ve been through enough physical pain in the past and probably will in the…
I’ve been neglecting my blog/poetry a little this week as I have been working on a flash fiction piece for a competition. I spent all week on this one story I didn’t like very much, and today when the deadline came along, I wrote something that I think is a lot better in less than…
This is the new normal. Take it and run with it because it’s all there is. So what, we have to go to therapists now just to have someone who will listen? Just to have someone who understands or at least listens for long enough to realise there’s something there yearning to be understood? Someone…
If I’m the person other people think I am I can’t take it.
There’s nothing wrong with the scars on our hands, we’re all just trying to understand.
It seems I’m still learning the art of knowing when to finish a poem. You know, instead of trying to cram every idea that pops into my head into that one poem I’m currently working on. Because sometimes I have ideas that sort-of-but-don’t-really fit into one neat piece, and if I try to mash them…
English Clouds Trying not to think about it is far too much like hard work. Believe me, I have been trying to kerb my thoughts, to retrain myself, but I don’t have the discipline, and it is exhausting. It is very much like trying to tell the English clouds not to cry about it.
I have missed the complexity of this