It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays
I should probably go out But I don’t feel there’s anywhere to go That I belong And I did this once or twice before Then I had people knocking at the door All I’d give is to be alone But at the same time to be at the other end of your phone Just so … Continue reading Rubber ball
I take a look at myself now, As I sit in the bath, Drinking some cheap shitty wine from Aldi, Didn't want to waste a dime on lonely average alcohol binging nights, they don't happen often, Beautiful South sits along with me, Singing heartfelt songs about relationships and reality, Not long ago you spent the … Continue reading 7 weeks, every Monday, you counted it along with me.