it’s the little things that get to you a chance piece of news something you need to do that you now need to worry about just like other times but this time you’re on your own and you start to think about the notion of comfort and how you’re heading home later than usual to a cold, empty house and nobody’s going to help you feel like it’s not so bad »
i’ve been working for the weekend but each time it comes i just don’t know what to do with myself; the normal things feel slightly wrong like some kind of “off by one” error. it’ll get better in time – i’ve noticed fleeting moments where things almost feel alright. »
“every time I’ve been here felt like it might be the last,” I told them, “but maybe this time can be different.” »
i have no relationship with the moon it comes and goes in my life like any other thing once in a while i might say to her “hey, go and have a look, it’s really big tonight” and she’d reply with a bone-dry “yeah, whatever.” well. as long as the sun shines, i might get by. but i’ll still think about the moon once in a while. »
it’s a long journey twisty and turny and now it’s gone in unexpected directions. “i can’t think my way out of this” i told a friend so i’ve opened my arms as i prepare to embrace the What Comes Next that i’d hoped would never quite come. »