I think Nano's getting to me. *sigh*. I like writing poetry, but I like to take a lot of time over it. And by that I mean a lot of time. I was 'rushing' on this, and it still took half an hour (time I should have used writing properly!) Anyway, this was supposed to have a profound hidden meaning, but I don't think it comes through. It just seems ( Read more... )

Two.

I had avoided the media, but the truth of Alasdair’s death still managed to leak into my sealed-off soul. Mostly to blame were the free newspapers which seem to serve no other purpose but to provide teenage boys with paper round money. I’d pick them up and head towards the recycling bin, but every time there’d be some kind of distraction, ( Read more... )

 I sat on the bus watching streets and life passing by, and counted the days until I could stop grieving. Just six weeks, I told myself, until any misery concerning Alasdair ought to be banished from my mind. Although I doubted it would be that easy, at least I wasn’t weeping daily any more. I seemed to feel only emptiness, which gave me a strange ( Read more... )