That train is hurtling towards me too and very disconcerting it is. I still struggle not to wash that cup up and the Devil at my shoulder is constantly telling me to give up the notion of painting and getting a job in Tesco. This post resonated greatly and very pleased to discover your writing here.
That train is hurtling towards me too and very disconcerting it is. I still struggle not to wash that cup up and the Devil at my shoulder is constantly telling me to give up the notion of painting and getting a job in Tesco. This post resonated greatly and very pleased to discover your writing here.
Thank you, Deborah. It's a battle, eh?
Pleased to meet you x
Yes, it is. But we shall get there!
I wonder if poetry forces us to become more devilish and not just in our lives but in our thoughts too
Currently working on throttling that devil. 😯❤️