I never know how to start these things.
I don’t always understand life and why things turn out the way they do…
I went for a walk today. I try to do this each day, mainly to get my head cleared and to get out of my flat. My mind is constantly swarming with thoughts, and walking time is when I give the wind a chance to blow them out of my head. I want to make it clear that I stroll. No power walking for me. Continue reading
I’m feeling very hopeless at the moment. I don’t know how else to put it.
I can’t stop thinking about the mass shooting that took place at Pulse, a gay club in Orlando.
Life is strange.
When I was growing up I thought a lot about death. I was a strange child, I admit. But I often thought about it. Continue reading
You know those arty pictures? The ones that aren’t about a pretty model or trying to sell something? They tell a story. Yes, those ones. Anyway… Continue reading
When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea. There was something in the water, now that something’s in me. You know I can’t go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips…” ~ Adele
I’ve always regarded water as a fascinating resource. So beautiful, soft, and gentle, yet also so powerful and dangerous.