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Oh god I am so sad. Please take it away from me. Lift it from my chest and set it free..
I'm Thomas. I'm twenty one years old and still finding my way. I like cats and spiders and wearing jumpers.
Oh god I am so sad. Please take it away from me. Lift it from my chest and set it free..
Left my sister behind. Had a cry on the bus. She's so small and dainty and she's got an old woman's head on her shoulders and she's so powerful and wonderful.
I'm a small yet quite rotund mouse that lives in a two bedroomed terrace house with a conservatory and I reside there with my lovely spouse Noreen..
I like to walk. I get a great deal of thinking done when I'm on my own and surrounded by empty fields or darkened by tree shadows in high summer.
Eating three meals a day is hard. I don't get hungry at all..
Three meals a day, makes you happy and healthy and gay, but have three more, and you'll end up falling through the floor. Or so my Grandma tells me..
I find myself awake again. This morning when the world was still asleep I took a turn out in the woods. There's a wild and tangled place near my house that I like to go to and just be all alone.
I'm desperate. I'm a madman. I can't wait. Spring is so close and I just can't wait to throw open the windows and welcome it in. I can see daffodils poking up everywhere around me.
It's been a long time since I've felt a sadness like that. I haven't felt grey and hollow for many months. And this surprises me.
My mind it broke it shall not mend, I have no time to think again..
"I reached through the ribs of the young man who'd hardly begun his life. I felt his tender soul flutter like a bird and pulled it away from him.
I see acts of kindness everywhere. But it's getting to be a rarer occurrence as I age.
Once upon a time in a misty little town in the middle of nowhere, lived a young boy who had spent much of his short life wishing that he was dead.
It was thirty years ago or more that the terrifying White Queen of Narnia turned me to stone.
We are the shadows on the ground that creep,. Holding corpses as they sleep,. We are the wind that rattles past,. When the dead have breathed their last,. We watch as the mourners cry,.
Caroline held fast to the railings and looked out to sea. The ocean was a roar of emotion today, anger and jealously; it pounded at the headland and smashed itself to white foaming vapour.
There's a worm that lives in my shoulder, it burrows deeper as I get older..
I've got about five months till winter begins again.
I could post anything up here but I won't. I'll just keep writing nonsense that falls out of my head and hopefully it makes it's way to be read and appreciated by someone.
So today I left the house I lived in for years. After weeks of packing and sweeping the days are finally up. I took a turn around the empty rooms and felt the years lift away.
I'm feeling things today. Like mice these tiny feelings are crawling up my arms and into my head. I feel adrift and awash. I'm doing everything I normally would but it's just agony.
Have you ever had a moment where you're sitting in a dark room drinking slightly warm diet coke and weeping solemnly into your laptop thinking what the fuck you're doing with your life.
Today I am at work. I have been floating and hiding under a smile. Later I am going out to dance with the fairies. There's a grove in the woods I know where they all live.
It rained for two days and in that time I've been the happiest in my life. You told me you loved me under the lights and our hearts grew far and free. We saw the mountains and we changed the world.
There are times in every day when I take a step back and be thankful for everything I have in life.
The little boy placed the shells in a neat row just as the wizard had asked. But then he grew up, as little boys often do, and left the shells behind.
I hit the ground and wait, while above me you turn golden and slip away. The cold comes and the ground turns hard as iron.
At night I wind down and pull my head off. Then I put my head in a box where I keep my special things.
I looked out of my window at the grey world and saw you standing there. I sighed against the pane and left my mark; moisture on the glass.
My friend just came up to me and said in a serious way; "have you heard?" I took a moment to ponder, and replied: "that the bird is the word?" he slapped his forehead and laughed.
It's disquieting that there are mice living in both my desk and my sofa. It's like the Borrowers, except more furry and squeaky..
Today I learnt that I cannot say "disorientated" out loud..
After spending most of my day thinking of something to write, I find that words fail me. Sometimes it's best to just go out and stare at the sky..