Monthly Archives: September 2014

She Speaks in Scents and Memories.

For reference, the following was extracted from sleep on the 31st July 2014 or thereabouts. For some reason, it never got posted. Enjoy? With dreams so vivid, real life fades away – a temporary respite from harrowing majesty. The white … Continue reading

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Memoirs.

“Alone, I watched a red moon rise over the Ocean, eating store bought sandwiches.” Details, mundanities. “In the painting that hangs in this room – clouds descend on the crudely drawn sea front, thick like dirty cotton wool, smothering the … Continue reading

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Walk away.

A chance meeting in a familiar┬ásupermarket. I’m angry, shouting so loud that anyone might hear. Disapproving glares slide toward me. I feel a fool, I stop for a moment and try to justify myself. Something that was mine has been … Continue reading

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A drive at night.

I drive, through the early evening, toward a rapidly setting sun. It stops. Something stops. Perhaps that pounding in my chest, whatever imagined loss or needless struggles I’d invented. And here, as miles of road pass beneath me, the sky … Continue reading

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Keep on dreaming.

As a brief follow on from my post over the weekend, let’s continue to look at dreams for a moment. I’d forgotten I’d written this, it covers similar ground to my previous piece, but was written during a rather more … Continue reading

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Sleep well.

Of all the many side-effects of citalopram, the one that strikes me most keenly, that weighs heaviest on my soul, is the dreams. I am a disorganised man. That is something I am unlikely to escape in this life. My … Continue reading

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An attempt at honesty.

Listen, for one fucking minute. Listen to what I’m trying to say. It’s difficult, you know? Trying to express yourself, trying to convey your feelings, trying to take the excerpts of your life and convey them in some coherent fashion … Continue reading

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