Seventy Three: Rowing against the current

Hey, I love the album/artist against the current…

So I wrote this last night at 3.36 am when I was bored. I promise I slept last night! For a couple of hours before I woke up and a couple of hours after. I don’t know how much clarity my rambling journaling will have had at that hour. I guess if this make sense to you I’ll be lucky. I’d love to hear!! Continue reading “Seventy Three: Rowing against the current”

Seventy One: 2018

Welcome to a new year.

I was sitting doing a mock GCSE, and was bored. So I wrote. I wrote about the empty blanket of snow outside that was waiting for us to mark it, for us to define what it would be. To make pictures with it, or ruin it.

Two Thousand and Eighteen. Welcome to a new year. I kinda feel that way about this year. Continue reading “Seventy One: 2018”

Seventy: Ninety days

I wasn’t, am still not, quite sure what to title this post.

For the point isn’t, 90 days (or tomorrow that would be 3 months), but, all that it means. I’m not quite sure what I think about it. Or, I do know what I think, it’s just a whole lot of contradictions, which, isn’t surprising considering that everything is always a contradiction. Continue reading “Seventy: Ninety days”

Sixty Seven: Continue on

I am not sure why I am finding this moment hard. It’s pretty obvious why – I need sleep.

The quote set as my featured image – go as long as you can and take another step used to be my motto. Just another step. Just another breath. This too shall pass. Continue on….

What helps you continue on?

Eliza

Sixty Four: Scars

I can hear people’s thoughts to this one. What? Scars? A reason to live? Yeah. They are. I’ve scars. Because of the way I dress most of them aren’t visible. When I go to the beach there are some that I wouldn’t be covering up (well, when I go to the beach in the summer). They’re a part of me. Whether I like it or not. I can choose to give it meaning. Either positive, or negative.

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