The ugliest side of my nature, coupled with my own creativity is the perfect recipe for disaster… I’ve known this for years, but only now realised the true depth of the problem.

Ever felt this way?

Ever felt this way?

A short comparison

I think this one shed it’s meaning 🙁

Read deeply into this one, between the lines is the tale, and within the tale is my story. Maybe yours too?

A rather painful moment… Relived, again.

I think this is rather ‘untouched’ and would benefit of some time, but then, I’d have said that repeatedly about everything I’ve written and never let anyone see anything – anyway, it’s about love, or maybe family, or maybe it is about the sun? You decide.

Another stop and take stock moment

Sometimes you’re so wrapped up in the bad news you expect :- "We’re through.." "You’re fired..!" "We’ve run out of milk…"

That you spend more time waiting for that than listening to the conversation thats going on. You start building up the barriers, distancing yourself from what you’re about to lose.. watching every action and misreading 99% of everything…

It’s not just me…

I hope