
Shrouded in greyscale
urban streets void of colourโ
trick of perspectives.

Shrouded in greyscale
urban streets void of colourโ
trick of perspectives.

Laughter can be found
even in the gravest times
you have to seek it.

Itโs 8:58 pm on Saturday, and I lie waiting in bed. Sleep doesnโt come easy these days.
Stars twinkle outside my window, and my doona weighs down on my sore legs, comforting.
Is my posture right, I wonder adjusting my body, lengthening my spine and giving myself more contact with my cushion mattress. Did I drink enough water today? I doubt my dedication to myself and consider a New Yearโs resolution, as the pounding in my head continues.
I sigh deeply, mutely cursing those loose hinges on my garage gate, squeaking in the spring night breeze.
โIsrael strikes again,โ the watchful media editor push-notifies me.
Still wide awake, I clear the notification and open Instagram. โI love that word! Thatโs what Iโm going to name my next boat: ‘Eminence’,โ some rich guy beams.
I think I’ll start writing short stories on this blog again. Thoughts?

Art is anything:
cut up old cardboard boxes,
be the creator.

Sky is the limit:
we build infinity pools,
and highways to hell.