Every message begins with "I'm sorry" because I know I've been bad And I've let everyone down But it's far too late now to fix it. (I'm not trying to fix you. Maybe I don't think you're broken - Maybe I just want to treat the bruises that I make And write up case notes … Continue reading Excuses, excuses
So of course I crashed. The cycles are rapid. I am confused But this is nothing new. It must be wonderful Living a life worthwhile. Forever I've felt stuck at the periphery Occasionally coming closer Before retreating to the shadows And hiding away again. Burn and start over. You're still there, in spite of everything, … Continue reading Audiomemory
I wrote something pretty amazing I surprised myself But it wasn't quite right Good but unsuitable Unfit for purpose Not fit for consumption Too much, too intense, too unbelievable. So instead of all that I'm having to write about how I Lost my inspiration Stifled my mind Wore myself out Composed a million excuses None … Continue reading Written during a smoke break
Birdsong in the dark - Tweeting in the dead of night... Put down your phone. Sleep.
Late night boiler noises. It's funny how some sounds keep some of us awake, but not others. Like ticking clocks. I find them strangely comforting to fall asleep to. They remind me of being young, of being sent to stay in strange houses, where even the pattern of the streetlight was unfamiliar, but still the … Continue reading Nothing to write home about