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”
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”
The sun. This wouldn’t necessarily be a reason if there were no such thing as winter, and freezing cold.
I was in pain yesterday and didn’t know what to do about it. I mean, it was hurting! For something to register enough as pain – that I actually name it as such – it has to hurt a damn lot. Continue reading “Sixty Nine: The sun”
I wrote a post a while back, Reason 54 – you’re okay. I know this is similar, but, for me it’s a different reason.
I’m okay. Hear that? I. Am. Okay. Continue reading “Sixty Eight: I’m okay”
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?
I am sitting here wanting to cry. I am touched. In a random country trying to buy something from a vending machine. I have the currency but not in a form the machine would accept. Some random guy asks me what I want, buys it for me, Continue reading “Sixty Six: People who give”
I usually live completely in my own head. It’s as though I live on a parallel universe to the world. Mixing metaphors here, but, it’s like the universe is travelling on one train track and I am on my own train on the track next to it. I see what happens in the other train through the windows but I am on my own train. Continue reading “Sixty Five: Being present”
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.
Continue reading “Sixty Four: Scars”
I can’t sleep. I woke up after a couple of hours of sleep. Been lying in bed for a while listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the window panes. I can almost hear the puddles that are forming from the excess water that hasn’t yet anywhere to drain away to.
Continue reading “Sixty Three: Sound of rain”
I was skyping AH and completely freaked out. I told him I did. Put down and immediately wrapped up and went for a walk. I don’t recall ever instinctively doing the right thing in such a situation. Doing what was best for me to do.
Continue reading “Sixty Two: Change”
Anything is possible. I have to believe that. Else I may as well throw in the towel before getting hurt even more. I was writing.
Continue reading “Sixty One: Possibility”
I realised not so long ago (maybe an hour or so) that I haven’t been using anything to escape in the past week or so (actually, longer than that, but since I can work it out). Yes I have been doing things.
Continue reading “Sixty: Discovery”
I’ve been walking along the streets loving the colour that autumn brings.
Continue reading “Fifty Nine: Autumn”