This is what I’m getting into in counselling today. My old diaries and letters and stuff. Can’t say I’m thrilled by the prospect, but I’m distracting myself by um, writing about it and taking a photograph of the books. See you on the other side.
The other side – totally mindfucked. I’ll have to catch up with you later. For now, only poetry will suffice.
Where Are All The Signs? Oh, Sorry, I Was Too Busy To Look Out For Them Yesterday’s post was about the sensation of plunging into the bleak valley. It’s difficult to spot
After my counselling session I felt, well – I’m not sure. Tense, numb, devastated, hopeful, frustrated. I went to the pub. A pint, desperate attempts to relax. Poetry seemed the
I Ha’ Been Away It’s been quite a while since I’ve done any proper writing. I stopped because I was overwhelmed by other things such as work, stuff and other
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