Months ago, if you'd have asked, I would have probably said I was happy. Unconventional, yes, but happy nonetheless. Fast forward to today (4/12/17), all of that carefully curated happiness has rotted away. The dream is dead, and hope is a cold corpse. Now it's just me, a cold room, 7am wake-ups, and a notification-less … Continue reading Untitled (or) Leaving myself
Her and the subsequent confusion
Been up to a lot this year; talked long with an ex(es), family tragedy and fell for someone. Now it's July, and all that's faded. Now I'm left listening to Conor Oberst's Ruminations. Knowing if I'd of stayed responding to her messages I'd of burnt out. Now maybe loneliness is my worst nightmare. Maybe in … Continue reading Her and the subsequent confusion
The carefree, godless, hopeless drifter muses once again
Currently I’m decaying in the lovely state of Florida on a relaxing break from the dreary remnants of shitty north western Britain. The Floridian sun fruitlessly trying to scorch my pale skin and my hair growing long and unkempt. I’m filling the days alone listening to Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake and Father John Misty on […]
Mistakenly forsaken at 19°
I'm tired, I'm listening to System of a down loudly and writing this blog post, oh and it's too fucking hot for my liking. It's been a surprisingly eventful and also fucked start to the week. From the supposed bare ass of a nineteen year old girl getting sent to her for everyone to see … Continue reading Mistakenly forsaken at 19°
Mistakenly forsaken at 19°
I'm tired, I'm listening to System of a down loudly and writing this blog post, oh and it's too fucking hot for my liking. It's been a surprisingly eventful and also fucked start to the week. From the supposed bare ass of a nineteen year old girl getting sent to her for everyone to see … Continue reading Mistakenly forsaken at 19°
Ben Brizell 