Immortal

I’m not afraid of death, but death perhaps, is afraid of me. I was in a head on collision in a tiny bubble car vs a massive Land Cruiser last week. And before you ask, no, I didn’t try and off myself. I was heading home, it was pouring rain and as I rounded a...

Guess who’s still alive!

Firstly, Alec, thank you for your support and patience, please know I am very grateful and sorry for the extremely long break! I feel like I just woke up. From what? I don’t exactly know. Some sort of lucid dream state that people call “reality”. It’s certainly been a hot minute since I last came...

Break

Hey. I’m going to take a break for a bit. I know that I haven’t written much here lately anyway but I’m just finding out some things that mean I have done some bad stuff I didn’t know about and now don’t want to write here anymore. Sorry if that upsets you or if it’s...

Tongue Tied

I can still feel the grittiness of the hallway carpet as I rubbed it’s worn shag pile fibres ritualistically through the trembling fingers of my left hand. I was trying to build up the courage to fix my problem; the route of all my problems. The forbidden scissors were clenched so tightly in my right...

Big Feels

I wanna talk about feelings. The overwhelming hit you outta nowhere and knock you sideways kind. The kind that distort your view in the world so suddenly that reality becomes completely subjective and the truth of five minutes ago becomes burned to a crisp. This is something I’ve been dealing with less. Therapy, learning more...

Write or wrong

I used to feel safe writing here but I can’t bring myself to do it anymore. It feels wrong. The freedom has gone. 100s of started posts, none published. My mind keeps wandering away, searching for something, my authenticity perhaps? I think it’s given up on me. Fair enough too. I’m only capable of authentic...

Seven

They say breaking a mirror will give you seven years of bad luck. It’s been 7 years today since a shattered reflection of who “I” once was stared back at me for the final time and the shards of our soul seemingly went their separate ways in hope of a better life. Better lives. The...

Puppy Love

Empty

I wanna see the blood running down my armsI wanna feel her poison drain awayI wanna plunge a knife deep into my shallow heart Swallow pills until I fade awayThere is a little girl, hiding in a corner.a broken soul,nobody wants her.Found a friend, that grew into a monster.There’s nowhere to runnow she’s gotcha.She’ll torture...

Stare

He lifted his head, looked directly at me and grinned. I smiled by way of greeting and asked how I could help. He was with an older woman, his mother perhaps; she answered for him. “Two cappuccinos, skim milk”. “No worries” I replied. He was looking intently at me as if waiting for me to...