Fighting the demons in the hours of silence. Where exaggerated anxieties invade and conquer and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else sleeps the sleep of the healthy.
All in Thoughts
Fighting the demons in the hours of silence. Where exaggerated anxieties invade and conquer and fear is the unwelcome norm. And everyone else sleeps the sleep of the healthy.
Perhaps only those with a heightened sense of time would venture out in such conditions, to walk the shifting, crunching shingle and to hold a defiant face up to the weather.
Just a young girl, hanging on, whilst desperate to let go. Hanging on, in touching distance of traffic and people, rushing, rushing, always rushing. With busy lives, places to be, money to make and dinners to cook.
I have not reached the age that I am without experiencing the good things and the not so good things that life has to offer.
When everyone faces the same way, they all see the same things. Walking down the street? Then look up rather than at your feet. In a city with tourists? Look away from the sights and the tour guides. Look behind the facade, face away from the masses and see what they are missing.
The sheer excitement of rediscovery. Finding something again after so long. Something that I really used to love. It's only been 39 years. Almost, but not quite, 40.
And of course, sometimes I will be spot on when I think this way. I am more than capable of being any of those things at certain times. We all are, no matter how hard we try. But often, mostly, it is just my mind working in a perverse, let’s not call this idyllic, kind of way.
A place that had once been busy and vital but now mostly forgotten by those that have moved on and a generation that knows no different.
Provoke and question. Shock and confuse. The faces of people tell a million stories when they first notice pictures like these and show their true feelings.
And today I will be creating memories and collecting images and savouring every single one of them. Like every other day, but perhaps with a little renewed vigour.
Young yet confident, I had the feeling that she was part of a world I would never experience.
For me, today, it was when I heard the sound of birdsong through the open window and the first drops of rain on the roof.
And there, in the slightly subdued world of exclusion and second best there exists, should we decide to look closely enough, a different level of beauty. A beauty accepting of its place and worth.
We have such a beautiful home, this planet of ours, why can’t we share it and love our neighbours?
It tells me, although I already know, that we really are all alone in this world. Alone and fighting our endless battles.
But if I close my eyes, I don't need words to remind me. I can still feel the warmth of the mid-May sunshine on my face and hear the polite applause as yet another stylish stroke guides the ball over the ropes for four more runs.