Revitalised

from tasks achieved a tad in recent ... from experience in old, new, before and different ... the bittersweet in this clumsy path of in the find of yuk and love. 

In mood extreme

while in mission mode ... a life in change ... And what that entails.  The silt and sentiment that settled in this impeded home and now working in murky waters stirring it all up in removal ... 

Clothes to rags to

a semblance in array of a style back through 

I had clothes purchased for me from all quarters post crisis ... when I was not interested in life at first ... 

this and the sleeping arrangements ... still not talked about in much to this day 

The attempt again to work through the seasonal change and periodic clear outs, when all about me is in a chaos ... 

A season change is here again !!! 

My style is certainly not what it was ... it goes beyond the natural progression through the decades and eras ... 

The loss of an entire wardrobe in circumstances beyond comprehension, 

The mould that hangs from then too on everything, even after the times it was massed cleared and cleaned. And spells since where one has access and gumption. 

Once the grasp of those tiny spores float in and it grabbed hold of in of that beautiful home I had made. The hard in the remove ... 

The lack of circulation destroyed the home beyond recognition 

It still hangs in the air ... to this day for how can you do decor in its entirety ... 

when so much came along in one swoop of the foundations of life turning it upside down and inside out ... 

I am only just starting to feel less numb 

than I have for a very, very, long while ...

eek in the reek ...

... to bleak in the winter that year to a 

... warm balmy late summer evening walk once again albeit in the singular now 

 ... after more ills than ever imaginable from death in chills ... 

The cycle in the night

no view in the void ... the rituals of patterns to break ... the acceptance that part of me ripped to shreds forever now ... until we are reunited ... although connections however brief have seen the light too ... the freedom in letting go ... 

Quite a mixed time in life ... an artist, a doctor and a  psychotic... 

Wherever I am ...

case in point 

The most enchanting summer in many moons ...

... not without the witness of fluctuating emotions in a summer long time with others 

A real raw flare up of the legacy of skin eruptions since one Autumn in time after a spring of empty much ..

And another flare up of what I had in Kernow earlier this year ... 

The byproduct of neglect ... I sometimes wonder if I miss the point into life ... 

Much is made of I how I was as a youngster  ... When we were no longer forgotten ... 

The death put in the picture 

It is strange reading the facts portrayed about myself ... 

The acid tongues I had my way ... I had forgotten how love was and banter in conversations at first ...