The concept of owning a house
You ‘own’ mother nature
You ‘bought’ this area and it is ‘yours’
Club Tropicana
Is love finding someone that matches your similar interests and tastes, or is it someone that you love due to their imperfections and differences?
Heaven forbid it isn’t the first suggestion we’ll be searching for a lifetime. My interests are so wild, extravagant and ever changing that I’ll be stuck in the Limbo of love for eternity.
I leave behind a path of carnage, chaos and destruction. Kinda like a plane crashing, non of it was intentional, it just happens. Perhaps I’ll enforce a few more safety checks before the next take off because the people aren’t going to stop getting on the flight.
Let’s just hope I meet a saviour, a passenger.
I really don’t know what to write about, so much is going off.
Twisted in this tornado of problems, the funny thing is I am creating more. Ignoring the ones that should be at the top of the tick list, occupying my time with something much more temporary.
I need a partner, a shadow, a figure, something to imitate. A little guidance because at the moment I’m living a little too free.
I’ve only just realised that I’m so dismissive. Shouting at the table for 10 minutes and I didn’t even notice
Too many times,
I let my feelings slide,
I act like it’s all alright,
You don’t know how I feel inside
When I have problems I drink
Love scars
You’ve fallen into the trap. You’ve fallen. It’s a ferocious one. I didn’t set it up, I may have guided you unintentionally but now you’re stuck. I could try to set you free but it’s no use, I’ll only cause more damage. It’s best if you just forget about it. It’ll cling to you for a while but soon it will fade and scars are the only thing that will remain
Do you ever lie awake at night thinking about all the people you used to care so much about and how you never actually kept in touch the way you promised you would. I wonder how differently my life would have wound up if I had learn to keep in contact with those I loved
Consequences from a Janitor’s mistake
I grab the mop, assess the damage, the spillage, the pieces.
You broke it, you fix it. It ain’t always that simple though, is it?
A repaired vase, you can still see the cracks. The cracks always show.
I get to work on the smaller puddles first, red wine, it’ll leave a stain but hey.
Taking a step back I can tell this is going to take a long time. I’ll see if I can put a dent in the main job straight off. However someone has locked the cleaning cupboard and stolen the keys so I don’t have the equipment for the job. If you’re going to fuck me about I’m not going to do it, am I?
My fellow Janitor reassured me initially, but now I’ve pissed him off and he’s left.
Those that walk by the room can’t help but laugh and taunt, sticking their noses round the corner of the door. The Nosey Bastards. The word is spreading quickly about this shambles and now I just don’t give a fuck
A little story of regret
Oh wow. I can only express shock towards your intrusive nature, whether it is from inebriation or not, I do not care.
