I Count The Days
April 12th. That was the last time. I count the days. Jalopy.
April 12th. That was the last time. I count the days. Jalopy.
I really, really hope so. Recorded last night but only posting now this morning.
Maybe setting limitations would work to do it? Having a set amount of time in the day? Some of these things I have tried before. Let’s doit again and see. But we’ll implement some different things this time. Anyway, ideas are worth sharing too…hence this post. Click the image to see a video from BBC…
There are probably more beautiful cemeteries – but I love Sighthill. I’d be more than happy to be buried there. But…who knows what will happen to my shell when I’m gone? There won’t even be anyone around to care so it hardly matters. Throw me in the Clyde. Who cares. Anyway…it’s beautiful. See for yourself…
Conflict. Eternal conflict. Endlessly grappling with my own demons. My own thoughts. Internal schism. There’s a good word! I miss words. I miss the feeling of conversation. I miss feeling I was “on a level”. You made it feel tangible. You made yourself feel tangible. “It.” What is “it”, exactly? I miss writing. I miss…
Every morning it starts. Sitting here with my own thoughts. “God, I miss him. I really, really miss him! How long has it been now since ‘jalopy’? Let me see…Jalopy was early April…the 3rd, I think. It’s nearly September FFS! *counts on fingers* FIVE MONTHS!! Jesus Christ! He must really hate me! What have I…
Yeah, just going to call these video uploads this now. Lol. Enjoy. By the way – previous week’s walking was about 30km – so with another 10km before the end of this week I should get around the same amount in.
Recorded this morning (Sunday)
