The wonder

disappearing in a wisp ... A dip day in mood drops and settle ... The time in task of knitting. The therapy in this not always hitting the mark these times ... 

Like so much supposed therapeutic tasks ... This passes one by deeply darkly and dankly beyond words 

Only those who been to the precipice have a tad of know ... 

A love ...

of change, except in context ...

.. when I am overwhelmed, we have to allow enough time to negate the aisles in the towns shops 

And it all feels squished in them already for the seasonal Halloween fireworks and the others 

And not just the revamped store 

The influx of greed season ... And mass unnecessary... 

The lure of toys, gadgets and more 

The clutter of gifts for a moment, then discarded 

The one thing never tossed aside 

the devices .... the majority of us glued to them ... 

I have been many places

today in thy mind ... into the dark regions of what I would actually like to say too. The thankful milliseconds in muc agitation ... and worries ... The scurry in tow ... The logic battling ... 

The layers in everything today ... the mind, work in tasks and the dust busting ... 

And of course yet another shopping trolley for distribution from the decisions slow in motion, though sift in flow, slow 

Fast forward

for a home back ... the far away mind of where is ... the parts changed, the parts to get gone and done  ...at least now once again I can get to the colder regions of the world ... without being a stowaway... 

The parts and bits most take for granted .. 

We are gradually seeing me expand out my insular world 

Only another post ill ... low to get through 

Drifting off

to sleep ... and the mind in turmoil and ideas ... 9/11 ... An iconic kiss ... the wider world with my inner ideas on much in such ...

The life of one where once we had a car ... I now work round the student way of travelling, not quite doing the mega bus yet ... 

The learning curve too where once was clutter ... now a utter to Siri or one the others and the virtual world listens ... and a good source of free in many laughters so ... 

The wade in OCD

fallout of another ... the remnants in echoes long after ... the brutal reality of the excesses of what others laugh or think is odd. The ooze continues in and on from leg ulcers, the groin and stomach region of the mental deterioration to physical health of another human being. One that was hounded into and beyond and reducing into a non recognisable character forever gone to me  ... 

I still have infections in flare ups from time indescribable 

The interesting talk with another doctor out the area ... proof in the silent point in mind ... 

Monday indifference

... again ...

A time not in plan; the story of recovery quandary...

the attempts to make the most of this time away from the demands on life ...

There are times many, when I feel whether I be back in that loop ... 

Another day of much to do ... but too much ado from the much to do ...

Classical in play

although not on the keyboard ... time in play of classical music including the 1812 Overture and Jesu, Joy of Man's Desring ... using the fingers on a tablet .... during the frustration of piecing a life back ...

The long hours still to face in the twists and turns of a life. The collection each time I head out in the various trips of removal. The removal in what one cannot see as well in what you can

The imprint left of toooooo much ...