Endless cycles of broken and breaking only to scar and tear and scar again. Layer upon layer upon layer upon layer and there's no escape from the torment. The demons won't leave. No peace. No safe space... Guarded hidden behind a wall of lies.. Fakery the only language. Life devoid of hope.. Devoid of living … Continue reading Nameless.
For a long time I've held my tongue ..then one day not so long ago our world came undone ..... How do I do this... Hold my head up and walk in faith? For the longest time I've held disappointments hand... I know the valleys well. Well trodden paths of heartache and loneliness. I've survived … Continue reading Mess
Midday sun is warm on my face and the wind whips high around the tops of the trees that line our garden spilling rust and gold colored autumn leaves down to the earth. The garden is getting ready to sleep. The autumn flowers are showcasing their last sprays of color in rich abundance and the … Continue reading Autumn…
I am a sentimental with an artistic bent. That is to say, I have a habit of collecting stuff. Treasures/ junk, call it what you will. I can't help but fall in love with rusty sweet tins and vintage linens. I become emotionally attached to old canvas duffle bags and retro kitchen wears … Continue reading Collectables
The disagreeable familiarity of 'deja vu' is thick here lately. A difficult diagnosis sees me revisiting the past. When my love was hurt I spent countless hours searching, reading, learning all the ins and outs of the giant before us. When it was my little girl on the receiving end of bad news again I … Continue reading An educated life .
Thanks for joining me! I am by no means a writer ... just one who wishes to carve out some space for thoughts and fill the Night shift hours . Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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