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I can’t find the time. It doesn’t make any sense when I word it like that. I’ve been painting skies. That’s all that I can manage at the moment. I just want to stop existing for a moment. I can’t … Continue reading →

It’s late. There’s alcohol, there’s always alcohol. This is my life we’re talking about after all. We talk, we discuss, we converse, we dissert. I am the kind of man you can talk to. I listen, I engage, I let … Continue reading →

You’ve drunk too much. You’ve drunk enough that there isn’t a real world any more. Escorted from the party, chunks of time slide away into oblivion and you’re left staring into nothingness, stumbling through the streets, lost and alone. Streets … Continue reading →

There is evidently an ideal moment to begin writing. For me at least. This moment follows the first drink but precedes true inebriation. I am past that point. I am lost. Tonight, I cannot write. Right now, as drunk as … Continue reading →

Everything is disintegrating around me. The man I thought I was is crumbling. What the fuck am I? I keep losing things. I keep coming here, again and again in my mind. Things don’t make sense, but here, it’s not … Continue reading →

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 →

“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 →

A chance meeting in a familiar supermarket. 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 →

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 →

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 →