Absence makes the heart forget what it was originally looking for...

I've been away again, for way too long, and once again, I'm thinking I should spend more time writing.

Not for my old fans, who I either never hear from, or have all added me on facebook.

But for me.

I need to write the things I do, and although I don't do it for attention, it is nice to feel like people hear you, or you're a part of something bigger.

But most of all, it's because for some reason I can't fathom, I let my beliefs fall by the wayside, and kinda let myself submit to someone elses needs/wants/demands. I used to be quite direct regarding my boundaries, but for the last 8 months, I've let who I am be dictated to me, which is never healthy or right.

So for better or worse I have a million bottled up words and stories inside me, and I recognise the need and the correctness in letting those parts of me have a voice and exist, in this, my corner of the internet.

I like my words, and I like to come back to them (some more than others!), and read them with fresh eyes. I think they should have the opportunity to find like minded friends. I even think they can make the occasional day better, or night more amusing.

I sometimes think in quite small bursts, and I write that way too. Sometimes the greater meaning is implied and contained in a hint or a suggestion, without the need for a novel.

If you get it, I hope you like it, or are inspired, or challenged by it.

Because these are my paintings, these are my grand works, and although they're constructed entirely of words piled upon each other, the design is mine, and they each house a different purpose.

I'm standing on a lonely mountain, after a long hard climb, and it's raining words if you stand there.


This is knifey, from 'the internet'.