Some nights I just cannot drift off into sublime slumber and find myself wide awake and my mind overactive. These are the nights when I’m contemplating theories,ideas and dissecting life as we know it in a metaphorical autopsy. I ponder on the why’s, where’s and how’s of the cosmos and often this makes me more… Continue reading Bring me sheep,so I can sleep.
I’m a zombie. I never thought I’d say those three words,not in a million years,never in my worst nightmares. But,that is where I find myself now and that is what I am.I’m dead and undead at the same time.you’d better put the kettle on,this could take some explaining. Let me start at the beginning, no… Continue reading The zombie diaries: Ava’s excerpt.
The waves of time wash upon a forgotten shore, They seem to come in faster now,they never crashed this way before, Is it because the end is nearer? Or because I see them clearer? Tides are forever turning,That’s the only thing of which I’m sure. Cloudy skies,a storm is brewing,untold chaos is afoot, Choppy waters,pulling… Continue reading Turning tides.
There is a common theme amongst the human species of late,whereby each unique individual soul appears to inexplicably attach as many labels to themselves as possible. Not just the usual suspects either,for instance ‘humanist’ or ‘vegetarian’,but a separate title for each and every single aspect of their persona.This has reached an unsurpassed level of ridiculousness… Continue reading My Titles,My Trophies.
Every once in a while,in the cycle of life,we hit a slump. We cascade downwards and it feels like we will never find our way back out of the void…but we do,eventually and for a while life bobs along nicely with the odd dip here and there,but mostly on an even keel.Yet,recently things seem to… Continue reading Things just keep getting shitter…
How can you be two different personas wrapped untidily in one single human shell? Two opposing forces,living side by side in imperfect harmony seems to me to be an inconceivable anomaly. But,here I am,me and I.Both are a whole yet separate part of me coexisting simultaneously. There is the cynical,practical part of my persona,calls a… Continue reading On stilts.
Born to die,we all know our fate, The only uncertainty is how long we will wait. Yet death instills fear,the unknown is our foe, You cannot prepare for what you don’t know. Some turn to religion,for the peace it may give, The faith that a place exists for those who no longer live. Others are… Continue reading The journey.