And I’ll see you, and you’ll see me…
The horizon, our tightrope, would never cease to beckon, even as it dares us to fall.
A day without rain, without articulate thoughts (of my own); following a night without sleep, and an evening of high flying colours. I’ve been more up and down these past 48 hours, than I know what to rollercoaster with. The blues and the mean reds.
Our landlady has decided that the 6-month break clause, need no longer be applicable. We’re out by the end of the year. I’m very tired, in more ways than one. So much change. So much of having the Universe’s boot up my arse, kicking me out the door.
I’ve no fear of homelessness, at least. I can always move back in with my Ma. But I’d need a lobotomy to cope.
Ebony, Ivory
Staying, Leaving
Find me, Lose me
Write what you know; live what you don’t.
I plan to put this more into practice.
Friends have been good for my soul, of late. Real companions, though miles stretch between us. I don’t know how I can ever articulate thank you in such a way as it resonates enough.
celenagaia 
Carrie said,
06/08/2013 at 21:46
Sorry to hear what happened, lovely. But it’s good to see you making a positive out of it. Xx
celenagaia33 said,
06/08/2013 at 22:26
Thank you 🙂 I feel stronger now than I did this morning. Being productive helps distract from the inevitable blues x
Carrie said,
06/08/2013 at 22:39
Totally agree. That plus angry music 😉