“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
This is my space.
My space to write what I see, what I feel and what I know to be true.
At this time.
I write for no-one but myself.
It may be rambling, contradictory, self-indulgent.
A lashing of fiction mixed with observations on my life, love, family, depression, loneliness, politics, self-awareness, dreams, hopes and daily humdrum.
Its purpose to clear my mind, work through what I am feeling, to vent and take note.
It is uncensored.
Without edit.
Raw.
Stick around if you like?
