Sunday, October 22, 2017
How would the boy who was full of piss and vinegar react to the man who has grown resigned to life.
What if my memories are rose tinted lies? What the awesomeness I am longing for never existed in any place other than my mind?
Monday, June 23, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
I had once thought that love was a many splendoured thing. Perhaps layered with an icky wrinkle here and there, but the fabric of which was still a wondrous solution to all of life's problems.
Unfortunately, it isn't.
It is a measure of the amount effort taken to maintain such a beautiful facade. It is, a wonderful escape. A beautiful con. A rapturous feeling. Comforting.
How much effort to mantain something so precious-fragile, as such things tend to be.
How much before collapsing under the sheer effort expended to maintain this wonderful harmony.
Surely, there must be a solution to this riddle. How much, indeed.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
The night, you are still my best and most resilient friend. There is such comfort to by found in the quiet and never ending abyss of nothingness.
The world can be a terrible place. With too many people and egos and emotions that need satiating. There is comfort to be found when there are no expectations.
Just, pleasure in company.
Thank you for being you, and thank you for being here.
Now, shut and and let's be happy.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
A chemical imbalance.
A high induced by a drug that money cannot buy.
It's side include a near complete transformation of an individual.
Withdrawal symptoms varies and include feelings of devastation and loss.
Far more potent than any known synthesised chemical.