Scattered stone all alone - along the lakeside. A backdrop of hills, an natural beauty of strength and security with forbidding stone decor to surpass your own crumbled history. The overbearing trees the only allusion of a roof, to a once loved home? Once a site to behold, now the tourist flashes ignore you, a… Continue reading Thoughts on the lake
I sat down with the wall, two beings uniquely connected yet disconnected all the same, the distance of the table between us stretching for an age an unsolvable gap? That's what we're here to find out; to discuss the familiar topics, repeat the old conversations, to try yet again to understand one another without either… Continue reading The Wall
I feel sad for the Daffodills blooming in their box on a shelf, confined to the supermarket walls never to be delicately placed in a vase never to complete a table, or bring a smile to a face lightened by the spring sun. I wonder, do they feel? I feel sad for the birthday… Continue reading I feel sad (personification)
I have a very complicated relationship with summer. I love summer in many ways. However cliche it may sound, I love the sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, I love the satisfaction of a cold drink on a hot day, I love the feeling of warm sand between your toes, I… Continue reading Summer lovin’? hatin’?
For a little while now I have attempted to adopt the idiom ‘ignorance is bliss’ into my every day life, and for such time, it worked well. Filtering my awareness of the news and of wider world events was like placing myself in a little bubble of my own mundane realities; of lectures and exams,… Continue reading In the dulcet tones of Alex Turner- stop the world, I want to get off.