Other than work, errands and superficial brief interactions, I’ve been spending time alone. After all it’s not a bad thing to be lost in a familiar territory; my world. Few can tell if I’m socially and/or emotionally isolating myself, it’s voluntarily. Time, waiting or forgetting, I think I’m quite done with that. Perhaps I just need more solitude than others. Perhaps I’m already tired.
Am I functioning? Yes, I conceal that very well.
Stoned walls enclosed spaces,
Crossing boundaries blurring edges.
Barbed wires dirty mire,
Come what may set it on fire.
Make a wish they said,
I did, I’d hoped you’d stayed.
Near Somerset Orchard sits a charming, quaint and rustic cocktail bar which is well stocked with Martinis. Gin or Vodka lovers will like their Martini cocktails. Earl Grey, Lychee, Choya, Peach, Daiquiri.
Half filled a glass of poet’s wine,
Drink, for tomorrow shall be fine.
My journey is lovely dark & deep,
Miles to go before I sleep.
Father, hallowed be thy name,
Your kingdom come.
Will I ever see you again?
Rest with the angels,
My soul to keep.
You do not know the rules of the game.
Indeed, I don’t.
Bought creme de mure and london dry gin.
Supposedly wanted to make a modern UK classic bramble cocktail. It’s a combination of gin, blackberry liquor, lemon juice and sugar syrup. Fairly easy to mix.
– 2 shots of london dry gin
– 1 shot of lemon juice
– 1/2 shot of sugar syrup
– 1/2 shot of creme de mure
– Pour the gin, lemon juice and syrup into the shaker.
– Add 4 ice cubes.
– Shake till ice cold.
– Strain into glass filled with crushed ice.
– Drizzle creme de mure over from the top.
– Garnish with blackberries and lemon / lemon twist.
Published in The Good Times.
A valedictorian, a brilliant copywriter, a non-conformist. One who doesn’t stop pursuing her dreams. One who doesn’t give up on life. A friend who surprised me for being there at my worst. Her wedding partying at The Green Door tonight 07/07/17.
Happy for you E.
Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.
Happiness, the essence of living, hypothesising and pursuing it, has been a journey. I realize that the act of pursuing doesn’t make me happy, it is the discovery of joy that does.
For every adversity, I withdraw and isolate myself. They are life’s lessons and I’m digressing. The understanding of them doesn’t make me stronger, they just make me more prepared for the next one that is to come. I do not search for an equilibrium now because the act of balancing crosses over to free will.
Never take away one’s dignity by undermining it’s worth. You’ve no idea what I’ve been through to restore that.
Hold on to your heart,
If only there is light.
Everything that seems lovely,
Is but a dreamy kind delight.
If I could keep your heart for a day,
A fire on the hearth I would lay.
If I could walk miles with you,
Across the glorious blue on a rainbow hue.
Grasping cold your beauty unfolds,
On a winter’s night your whispers ride.
Vivaldi’s four seasons softly plays,
Into melancholia you carry my soul.
Are you a reason or are you here to stay.