I have memories of our milkman coming round with his horse and cart
I have memories of our milkman coming round with his horse and cart
Sitting on a bench at the cold, windy end of Temple Meads station with complication behind me and complication ahead of me.
Written many years ago.
Everyone needs love.
The day I re-connected with my paternal family, lost for decades, has to be one of the happiest moments of my live.
I am oblivious, I have been alone for so long, been wanting to not be alive for so long that I belittle those that value life.
Smoke gets in your eyes in Indonesia...
What You Should Know About Me.
Me discussing a phone call I had with my mother last night, and how a lot of things improved because of it.
Me going on about my life as of current.
A swift eddy racing across the dolorous surface of time, furrowing lines into the falling desert within the vase. Paint as you might the scenery re-greys itself with startling efficiency.
A spill of my "story," because I'm having a terrible day and needed to be honest with someone. TW: self-harm, depression, etc.; abusive relationship.
i got my school permit a little bit ago
and today i got the courage, got up, warmed
up my car and decided to go. (Also include a long paragraph thanking you guys for all the support!)
You see ME up there. A holier-than-now dreamer packed into a body of muscle, sweat and contradiction is someone I call a human caught in the depths of reality. But do you see me? Does it matter?