When one begins to journal their paths, do they start in order, or do they just dive in with what comes first, sorting order after. I am in awe of those people that write their autobiography's, the one's that detail everything from a young age, leading to a story of someones life, worded like you… Continue reading The Start of the road to hell

*drunken ramblings* Life is measured by time and memories, everything comes down to time and these so called memories. Time waits for no one, so one has to base their life around a controlled situation, yet you should learn to manage that time wisely, believing it to be your own, within your own power and… Continue reading *Drunken Ramblings #1

April 10th 2019, I got asked, how do we stop you returning to the path you got too last week? I didn't respond, but if I had, my reply would have been a whispered.....*but I've not left it yet* Peacefully Erratic Just a week after I was found near The Tamar Bridge (You can read that… Continue reading *but I’ve not left it yet* 10/4/19

Given my upbringing, the belief that there is more then just this life was one comfort to me. Maybe because of my upbringing, I became more open to feeling more then just this reality. My mother used to clean a old manor home, It was beautiful. For me it was a maze of corridors and… Continue reading Whispers of Time

Growing up in Somerset, just a few mins from my home there was an open air swimming pool. It was run down, but it was a pool I loved. I remember it so well. Most weekends and during the summer holidays, most days you would find me here. Id throw on my swimsuit at home,… Continue reading Childhood Smiles

This chapter of my life is long, a memory that continues to this day, a memory that will never end. It's one I need to break down into more then one part, as it really is chapters and a series of events in my life, a part of my life that really changed me. Don't… Continue reading A Precious Life Changing Memory : Chapter 1

When your a young child, nightmares come at night, though hushed away by the whispering reassuring sounds of a parent, for when you wake in the morning and the dark fades into the light, those nightmares are no longer a part of you. For Some tiny beings, those nightmares were created by the shouting of… Continue reading Oblivion

Memories create you, Then destroy you. We all begin life with nothing, our minds a blank canvas. As you grow, our time, our moments, become tomorrows memories, that shape you into the person you become. Taking our experiences and using them to weave our path in this life. Some are forced upon us, others a… Continue reading Memories