I’ve got the solitude I craved.
I gave up everything just for a slice of the peace of mind I once had.
There is a new sky above me, a new ground beneath my feet and the postman calls with unknowing beauty.
No television makes for wonderful meditation. I can hear words start to have more meaning as they swim around my head freely, once more.
My feckless neighbour plays their stereo loud and suddenly we’re all dancing in the street.
I stole this pen because I disliked the way Joan smiled.
And it’s darker than when I started to write, it’s getting too dark to write. The sky is moping a bit too much today, I think it’s attention seeking. Do not pay it any mind.
The ironing board in the window across the street looks like a giant cricket.