Just read my friends blog.
I realised I’m trying to read it for comments referring to me.
Oh to hell with it. She writes so vague.
Life has dwindled somewhat…
Once there were horizons, opportunities
Now maybe there are still opportunities but they do not rush in on the breeze. I have to mine the emeralds from the core. Squeeze out my own opportunity from the claws of disability and the “people-landfill” that represents the low waged U.K. where you have to be a millionaire to afford a shirt from a high street store (no Next you are not that great either).
I am moaning in circles…
I’m like a wounded pigeon that the grocery boy has kicked.
Pen and paper exists