It no longer mattered where the pain was coming from or who was providing it, for nothing was felt anymore. A great wave of numbness spread, sweeping so deep the joys were wiped clean along with the pain. All that remained was a great void, a blank slate, where nothing existed.
A dream of a person once known. A twisted imagination jolting you to another time. Waking, you fall into the realisation they are no more. And all that’s left are a few faded memories, matched with a wandering mind.
“Life is nothing if not a random motion of coincidences and quirks of chance; it never goes as planned or as foretold; frequently one gains happiness from being obliged to follow an unchosen path, or misery from following a chosen one.”
Confession, I’ve never actually read the book. The Rolling Home posted this one on Instagram and I thought it was too good not to share (and their van is just too good).
Maybe we like creating stuff because we don’t want to be forgotten.
Most writers, artists, just indulge in their own melancholy.
They change and edit it until it becomes something different.
Until it becomes something of beauty, fit for the outside world to see.
Because underneath it all, it’s not beautiful.
It’s just really, really sad.
It’s when you stop, that’s when it all starts.
Happy Tuesday… I’m currently enjoying my last Tuesday of unemployment until the new job starts on Friday.
With the sun shining and the garden to myself, I was all ready to put some words to WordPress. And then I went to plug in my laptop charger. Of course, it was broken. And of course, my laptop was lagging in battery life. But nevermind (a quick visit to Amazon means a replacement is on its way), I shall just be stuck to typing on the phone instead. So apologies in advance for the multitude of mistakes that will undoubtedly appear!
Anyways, this isn’t a post about my laptop’s battery (or lack of). I wanted to sit and write and share.
I moved back from London to my hometown in Yorkshire, where I lived for 18years and where my first ideas of the world formed, around a month ago. And it’s nice.
If you told me three years ago when I was packing my bags for the Big City that I would be back here, I would never have believed you. But that’s the thing with life, it’s constantly changing.