The end of University, the start of living. What a fantastic experience I have had. The people I have met, the things I have seen, the sensations I have felt and the work I have done.
Life at University was a bubble, a safe place for me to be me and to let my dreams manifest. If I were to go back and see 20 year old me, I’d hug him and tell him what a good friend once comforted me with: “don’t lose yourself to this”. Because without letting the inner kid out to run through the woods and watch the birds pass over, I dulled myself to the real beauty in this world. Focussed entirely on the woes and sorrows. It took me a long time and I am not nearly close to finding my answers, but I am getting there.
I am living, it is hard for me to believe that I am saying this 7 months after mums passing but I am trying and that is what counts. I will always be a slave to my regrets, but if i wasn’t would I still be human?
I will always wish I had read my writing to mum, she had only seen a glimmer of the nugget. Whether I do or don’t become a known writer, I don’t care. I care more about the people who could read my work. I always write with the ambition that if I help one person with their own sorrows, I have done my job.
With the birth of my website, I wish that whoever is reading this has a fulfilling life full of experiences. I cannot wish for good or bad, but all I can say is good luck!
So now as I sit in my room and finish my projects off and say goodbye and thank you to the past.
I have no regrets.
Will you love again
“Love is when you care about someone more than yourself”
I find it excruciating to listen to people who don’t know.
Existence is subjective
and I take the form of many in the minds of many
hated, loved, despised, respected
But no matter
Tom will always exist in me
A canvas with only scribbles
A fascinating thing to see in the frosted glass and see the child within
The age of bliss
The pinnacle of evolution
With millions of years of battling to really find out whether I really do suit blue clothes…
Light must be borne out of breath and upon the day that we all look down to breath on painful light
I will cry
There is more out there
I must find it
A soul like me
but not me
A wanderer that wonders
A council that counsels
A fort that fought
Like me but not me
So we can walk and talk
Through the throbbing thickets of the concrete heart
Free