Welcome October 2021

Welcome to October 2021

I’m slightly late with this post. However, it is alright. Because my intentions are good, and why do everything the way everyone else does?

September was an interesting month; I failed to complete any reading, and I acknowledge that when my mind is busy with random thoughts, there is nothing else I can think of that will ease away the moment.

     My focus was divided, and my efforts were streamlined into work. I mean, while there are other elements of my life that are important – Only, I could not stop myself from plummeting all my energy and reserves into work.

     This equated my craft being neglected for another month, feelings transforming into depravity and the nonsensical notion that I’m worthless. It’s incredible how quickly a thought could turn from static to negative and beyond.

I digress.

September taught me that an online presence is short-lived, and some platforms can be annoying. All hail thee WordPress! 2020 I posted daily, 2021 I’ll post when I want, when I feel compelled to get up and write something compelling or when I need a creative release.

     It’s true, you can’t change the past, but you can set the tone for your future. So this month is going to be good because I’m living as my authentic self. Selfies and hashtags are so overrated. Here’s to a blue ink pen and a notebook that is from 5 years ago.

Dame Unique

A Saturday of Significance – 25.09.2021

You came to me and apologised.

I hadn’t expected it but I do appreciate it. I’m happy you did last night – it seems that you’re here to stay.

Sometimes I know I can be impulsive and I run away as fast as I can.

I’m a mini fan of ginger. Walls up, I can always do.

I sometimes imagine you’ll think one thing over the other and I convince myself that is the way.

I think maybe one day, we should spend a weekend together in New York City. Come back and adopt a rescue dog.

You said sorry and I felt it.

Thank you.

We are feeling this space and I feel sprouts, seeds and aubergines. You feel my hands.

What can say?

I’m ready.

Boxed In Boxed Down

You say one thing and do another.

You’re like, ‘ask me anything, we can talk about anything.’

I speak and you act like you’re shocked by my choice of words. Then you go silent for a while – resurfacing as nothing happened and ask, ‘are you okay?’

I mean, we are grown!

Yet, you act as though I have poisoned our conversation and crawl back to base, only to whimper a little.

Why are you so conformed to a false narrative, delivered by our society?

I look at you and think? Right! Okay!

The things you choose to do, allow me to see you under one hundred, hundred-watt lights.

Get some sealant and box yourself in.

Stay down.