I once knew love, but lost my way,
Searched obsessively for pebbles
In that thrilling stream.
Didn't see the gnawing dark
Or lonely ghosts that drift by the bank.
The river tried to carry me
To that ocean of love.
Swept as many stones as it could to draw me,
But I stood resolute.
Foolish.
Boots sinking deeper in the silt
And I craned my neck
Looking for imperfections in the river's flow
As the world turned
And the river ran dry
And all I was left with were stones.
WhatWhyHow???
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.
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