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In sickness I am not able to do much other than lie here and think about you and the things that Id like to say to you. I wonder why it is that you even gave me the time that you did before you disappeared. And, I suppose, that is the answer as to why everyone disappears. I wouldnt spend a massive amount of time...
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Sunset soothes us and we realise it is time to head home to pursue some form of leisurely activity and escape the vicious onslaught of the corporate day. We get paid well to do the tasks were asked and we do our best but there is often a brutality to the requests. The pains arising from wounds in the back where we have been metaphorically...
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There are seven billion people on this planet, most of them struggling for survival. Those who are not struggling for survival are working unhealthy hours to try to support their families and themselves. You might be significant to your friends and family but you are one tiny atom in a sea of human beings all coexisting at the same time and to the planet as...
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Its 3 oclock in the morning and at this time I am forever awake. It is 3 o'clock in the morning so I check the weather and I turn on the television and I turn it off again because it's too bright. I talk to the cats... I pay attention to the light falling upon the curtains and I listen to the water warming in...
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And with a glass of red wine comes a sense of peace... even though a hula hoop that I ate was burnt to carbon and the taste of that has left me scarred. The wine is an attempt to remove the taste of this burnt offering but, sadly, it is not succeeding even if it is helping to numb the senses.
And, all the while,...
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Her eyes ablaze like fires watched me as I moved around the supermarket. A gentle smile touched the corners of her mouth each time she noticed me looking back. A line or two around her mouth betrayed her age, early forties, but her hair and her figure were those of a woman in her early twenties. Her two young children ran around her incessantly as...
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A dark serenity filters through from this black loneliness.
A knowledge that there is only distance in this space.
There is withdrawal.
There is peace only alone.
Being around others means disappointment.
They disappoint me and I disappoint them.
Its repulsive and futile.
Its disturbing and fragile.
We reach out and reach out
but there is always something or someone else, there is always a...
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A day of tranquility... and loneliness. Walking through the botanical gardens at Wisley was how I spent this day and as the snow fell in thick fluffy flakes I felt as if I were wandering through an enchanted forest. I made my way to the mysteriously designed glasshouse and ventured in to witness the exotic butterfly collection they currently have there. It was a wonderful...
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Striving for meaning in a life without purpose is often difficult but there are moments to cling to. This morning I spent one and a half hours speaking to my parents via video call over a high speed internet connection and I am grateful for the peace and serenity that this occasional introduces to my life. I am now sipping a cup of coffee and...
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As a child I spent a lot of time in Scotland. My fathers sister lived there and she happened to be married to my fathers best friend. Therefore, every single break we had we would drive up to Scotland to see them. It was always an adventure. It always seemed to be snowing to the extent that we would never be able to get into...
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