Dear Future Me; I hope, first of all, that this letter finds you. Secondly, I hope it finds you well. There are many theories of how a future self can help a younger self, but knowing me so far I can tell you that you, from the future, wouldn't change a thing or give me … Continue reading Yours Truly; You.
What is my past, If not an Immensely heavy anchor? What is my present, If not the Struggle to stay afloat? What is my future, If not the Quest to Ogygia? What is pain, If not the Tipsiness of ignorance? What is hurt, If not the Lines I write? What are tears, If not the … Continue reading What Am I?
I was supposed to be asleep. Then again, I was supposed to have done a lot of things by now in my life. . . . Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!
A single sheet, within it I sheathe; Worn on a side, undisturbed on the other. Warm on one side, cold on the other, The difference making me seethe. . . . Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!
Forget you I will; If you can ever forgive me. Forget your habits I will; If you can stop looking for me on the bed every morning. . . . Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!
Between light and darkness, sandwiched between the sun and the moon, trapped within day and night lie two phenomena which has engrossed gazers and thinkers alike - dawn and dusk. We all know the day. Its the span of the twenty four hour clock when you can see what you're shown. When the world bustles … Continue reading The Transition
Four areas, three neighbouring union territories. Two parts, one Town.
A view, from the other side of the valley.
A certain feeling of the writing being on the wall and me being unable to notice it hung around my neck like a noose gradually being tightened, a noose which wouldn’t kill me but would stop tightening at just the moment of extreme discomfort and breathlessness.