montymike

every day life will carry on every day

"i think -" he stopped me "don't think!"

floating in this floating world forever?

Life is all about small pleasures. It's the little things we remember.

Beyond happiness, I hope we can all find peace. Find that quiet place and go there.

He stepped off the bus and onto the pavement. Looking up, he tried to identify the terrace of his mother's flat, but it had been too long. It was a hot day and washing lines were swaying in the gentle breeze. Pinks and blues, yellows and greens. Colourful washing, he thought. Slinging his rucksack over his powerful shoulders, he headed towards the block of apartments. Inside, he looked over the list of names on the wall, searching for his mother. There she was - D. Brunin, third floor, flat 6. Checking his watch, he began to climb. He was early, she would still be preparing lunch. No harm. Reaching the third floor, he recognised the flat i

angry sparrows; i shout and dare them to poop on me again

History won't remember us, The few and far between, Lying in the poppy fields With nothing to our name. Stirling will you chant for us? We were always going to fall. And tell my young lad, if he asks, That Dad's away wi' God.

I don't know who I am anymore. I was once a soldier during the war. But I can't help a-thinkin' that I'm not much use to anyone anymore. I've been to Paris, I've been to Rome, I've been to St. Peter's Dome; But they're all just places filled with faces I don't know. Yeah they're all just places filled with faces I don't know.

stretching in bed - this morning my alarm clock lost a few teeth