Wind whistling through the sparse gorse, we walked along the rough uneven track that wound its way along the base of the rolling cliff above us. To our left we looked out across the swelling Irish sea, watching the sky turn from blue to pink as the late autumn sun sank towards the horizon, turning small white waves into candy floss collecting in the distance around the dark hazy shape that is ...

Chopping logs in half "ad-nauseam" reveals an interesting perspective regarding the duality of "living" and "dying". 

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An unparalleled loss with ample space to grieve. Grieving Normality; an ode to final year An unparalleled loss with ample space to grieve.  The final year of university is meant to be many things. Challenging, inspiring, distinctive, but not cut short. We have worked tirelessly for… culturaltranslator.wordpress.com The final year of university is meant to be many th...

-"Love?" "Nothing is more beautiful than two people who are all over eachother. The way they glance at eachother across the room as if they've never ... hopelesslydiverted.blogspot.com "Nothing is more beautiful than two people who are all over eachother. The way they glance at eachother across the room as if they've never seen anyone, nor anything more perfect. The w...

Process Process Just breathe and embrace that struggle which defines your current state. Once you take ownership and grasp your state within your heart, life just slows the hell down. The pavement realigns… saculyenohamwriting.wordpress.com

There's a man walking in a green jacket / a man carrying an orange plastic / a man in a soldier sweater / a traditional english pub laying in the corner of the street / “The Cricketers” / it was born earlier than I am / you can simply tell by looking at the shape of the building / a woman laughing with two of her friends / a furry brown and white dog looking at me / I want to know the name of a...

retinas retain glimpses of glances gracing our faces until our faces are faceless,we place our faith in falling, predestined to designate the night for the darkness in the day. alone  the onlookers are looking on at the isolation of broad daylightless assured more unsure, the sweat beaming reflects the urge to escape the glare of the unwanted, we pretend to send messages, messing with our sens...

There are many reasons for my self-inflicted ennui. The first is that it’s self-inflicted, I’m doing this to myself, and I don't know how to stop. A part of me thinks that's standard practice for those in my generation and many voyeurs from generations before. They make up assumptions about us, “it’s their phones, they stare at screens all day and it’s not healthy” and my personal favorite “it’...