Published

I am feeling slightly empty and out of it this afternoon. I had a feeling that the only way to attempt to alleviate these feelings is to revisit some of my latest writings and publish them here. I'll now publish something I wrote yesterday:

I am writing
On the 40th space I've found.
This space belongs to me.
Something died so I can write,
And I don't feel guilty.

This emerged suddenly
Like so many parts of my existence.
And one day, I'll buy a book (or collect a pile of paper)
And write words from page one, right through to the end.
I'll title it, and because it's been written
And because it existed,
Then I exist.
- And no-one even has to read it.