Just writing to you

Dear Friend I’m writing to you to find an outlet for my thoughts and feelings. You don’t have to read it, you probably wouldn’t want to, so don’t, I really don’t care at this point. It’s hard to write this, but as time goes on, I feel I need to pour out these things...

Alone part 2 – the good side

Alone – tbe good side A momentary frisson of naughtiness accompanied my cavalier ignorance of the sink full of washing up last night. I went to bed while it was still light, eating my Ubered dinner in bed, a teatowel serving as a napkin, watching silly comedies...

Alone

it’s fucking lonely being alone. By myself, on a shelf of my own construction. I only have myself to blame … chickens roost beside me …It’s all the same, I’m not in the game, never was, never will be. One day soon I’ll be gone, leaving no trace in the place I was...

Memories of a bush kid

  The first 13 years of my life were either idyllic or deprived, depending on your point of view. I lived on a cattle and sheep farm up the steep mountain from Tamworth, on the road to Walcha. The rugged landscape felt like home, I loved it. I was happiest out on...

Self exploration

I’m writing  to find an outlet for my thoughts and feelings. You don’t have to read it, you probably wouldn’t want to, so don’t, I really don’t care at this point. It’s hard to write this, but as time goes on, I feel I need to pour out these things before I implode...

alone again (naturally)

Alone A momentary frisson of naughtiness accompanied my cavalier ignorance of the sink full of washing up last night. I went to bed while it was still light, eating my Ubered dinner in bed, a teatowel serving as a napkin, watching silly comedies on streaming services,...
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