There has to be more to life than this; to sit in a cage, in a tank, in a pond, and work for a man with whom you have no bond. To monotonise your weeks, your years and your life for a suffocating slavery of struggle and strife. You work, you come home, you eat … More More Than This
“And as you write this with unexplainable tears rolling down your cheeks – the droplets of water have no source; there’s no reason for their manifestation; they just are -you wonder if the pain will ever cease” And so it simmers, like a slow-burning pressure cooker waiting to boil and overflow; a series of anxiety-ridden … More Fear and Self-loathing in Depresvegas
Travelling blog posts have been a little slow lately; in fact, blog posts of any description have been a little slow. At the moment I’m working full-time and holding down two freelance writing jobs (no complaints there) so finding the time to write is proving very difficult. Not being able to regularly contribute to my … More The Travelling Creative
Athens, Attica, Athena: one of the great historical cities of the world. A place where Zeus laid his temple, where myths and legends were formed; where the Olympic Games originated; where food and drink go hand in hand with lifestyle and culture. In Ancient Greek times the ruinous structures that dominated the landscape towered in … More Athens: a city with great potential but a city marred by bad graffiti, run-down buildings and unsavoury promiscuous cats.
It’s exactly six months to the day that I arrived back in England, and every day for those last six months I’ve wanted to leave again. I’ve wanted to grab my overnight bag and passport (which sit at the end of my bed by the way, already packed with toiletries and spare underwear) and leave. … More The Six Month Itch
She sits, staring at the sky, her dreams far from the reality she reluctantly embraces. A shooting star passes by, casting light upon unfamiliar faces. Her thoughts dance along the waves, the sand at her feet, warm and loving. In stark contrast she behaves, as if the past were lost and merely nothing. Yet it’s … More Pave Me The Way With Streets Of Gold
If we met in the night like passing ships, then sailed by again to catch another glimpse; If we shipwrecked ourselves upon the shore, stranded together like never before; If our short precious time was filled with fun; lessons and experiences, my trust you won; If I could stay but chose to leave, to follow … More Like Ships In The Night
What will happen when day meets night, And night meets day on the other side? The vast mountains and rolling hills, The rumbling jungles, silence instills, The never ending ocean and dipping tides, The connection felt between you and I. Along the horizon a new tale unfolds, Crashes of light and colours so bold. Sounds … More Dreaming of the World and You.
As I appear to have been neglecting my blog recently in begrudging and reluctant favour of participating in full time work; a job I care little for and wish I could walk away from but cannot as the financial catch 22 situation prevents me from doing so, I’ve been channeling my creativity and writing into … More Close Your Eyes
Writers Block is a real thing. It affects the best of us and it probably affects the worst of us too. Personally, I’ve been experiencing writers block way too often of late and I think I know the reasons why. I can’t put it down to lack of inspiration as there’s inspiration for a good … More Writers Block Is Real And It Sucks Ass.
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