Mission

I'm trying to write a short piece of flash fiction everyday from whatever pops into my head at the time. It'll mainly be rambling unsubtle crap but hey, at least its something right?

Saturday, 13 November 2021

New Life

I cannot see you anymore, I cannot feel the wind blowing from your shores and through the sand to my eyes. I feel free, I flew with the wind and now I am free. I can feel the grains under my feet though, the coarseness of them grating away at the dead skin and open sores of my feet. I miss the sand of the shores and the last night of the summer but I am free again, alone in a strange new city rimmed by the light of the rising sun.  I love you, now that you have left, but I find it in in myself to forgive you.  I love you, now that I have left, but I cannot find it in in myself to forgive you. You really left, didn’t you? You know that I left for a reason, right? You know I did not want you to leave. You know you are alone for a reason. Please. This is you’re doing, and I am happy to be free.

Songs Whilst Writing

·         Ba-Benzele – Brian Eno & Jon Hassell

·         Rising Thermal 14 16’ N; 32 28’ E – Brian Eno & Jon Hassell

·         Charm (Over “Burundi Cloud”) – Brian Eno & Jon Hassell

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