A mixture of pieces of writing, some recent, but many older. Some thoughts, some from my diary, some are fragments, some are rants responding to things in the news that I got to get off my chest, some are about performing, some are stories some are rememberings, some are of projects I'dlike to make happen.
Wednesday, 16 January 2019
saying how things are
Saying how things are is not complaining.
I cannot breathe sometimes.
I’m all for optimism but happy clappy positivism?
There is something very dysfunctional about pretending to smile while ignoring the rubbish around you,
Pretending everything is hunky dory, But carrying on despite how crap it is but its abit desperate when i catch awhiff of that desperation, I fear what's beneath