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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Monday, 22 February 2016

Memory

Memory is a bitter placebo.
Even the worst parts promise growth and betterment.
Yet what is it really?
A connection of false hopes
That we mould to our own interpretation.

I think that was how it happened.
I believe that's what she said.

There are no truths in memory.
Only an imagined reality coloured by desires.
From this cloud precipitates
The drops and stones of every feeling.
We create our own image around us,
A perfection based on idealised dreams
That never were.
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