Years from now.

It’s happening.

Faster than I thought and not nearly soon enough, I’m rising again.

Emotions are changing, new ones are growing. The centre is different.

I’m not out the other side yet though.

the cat that sleeps.

time for new things, this chapter is closing.

http://thatwhich.tumblr.com/

people I know what are batshit insane.

Travelling as a group is always interesting.
It all depends how many of you are nutcases and whether you’re complimentary nutcases or likely to drive each other to jumping in front of a tram (I’m more likely to push one of the others).

mountainous.

I feel a little empty, a little cold.

It’s been under a week, and I could go back. But to what end?

There’ll be pleasantries exchanged and not much else.

Then life will go on as it has for a while, all empty and hollow.

I gotta go.

gritty.

Ex’s? Tax returns?

Sleep, you bastard.

Becoming Shadows.

Somewhere between Disney Princess yoghurt and the sureness of the grime that will eventually cover new glasses is the dread of falling asleep.

I feel like I’m some kind of warrior that just has to keep going.

I feel incensed.

Yes, this is still going on, and yes, it was worth that much.

On first appearance it flares with no warning, but it has reason and purpose.

This meaningless is insulting.

Live in my heart and pay no rent.

I made a book about you, and it was beautiful.

“You are as old as you screw…” – Iestyn