I used to write quite a bit of poetry.. In idle moments I wonder, why I stopped. Recently I realised, I didn't actually stop at all, it's just that the lonesome moments in which I used to write lots have become very few. In fact they're mostly confined to the 20 minutes I walk to work and back these days. The problem with that is that if some sort ( Read more... )

Someone reads and likes my journal anyway.. And since I'm more or less writing for him, I'll continue. Today with some vaguely related thoughts about my surroundings ( Read more... )

I wonder how many people like their little rituals? I have a feeling they're something to hold onto, in this otherwise changing and crazy world. Not that they're not changable as well, but in a controlled sort of way ( Read more... )

Ever noticed how slowly time passes when you're waiting for something? I bet you have.. damn slow.. And even slower if you don't know when it's gonna happen ( Read more... )

(In true Joey Boswell style ( Read more... )