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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.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

The wind

There's a chill in the air tonight,
Gusts of wind hammer the windows.
There was a time when I wanted to be out in storms.
To feel that elemental ecstasy
And our impotence. Irrelevance.
Now I sit here shivering.
Tired. Ill.
Whatever life force left in me
Has shriveled to a husk of age
And lusts lost.
What happened to that part of me?
What happened to the whole of me?
The wind calls to me
And I turn my face away.
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