It is time to fight back and put an end to all the heartbreak of leaving
Here I am lying in bed typing away oh so slowly in the early morning. The skylight frames a grey sky. My fingers are as heavy as granite rods. So we will try to tease it out. This heaviness of spirit. It could be a seasonal thing. The stars maybe. Or the waning harvest moon. I threw six out of the pub during the recent meteor shower. It was as if they were all hit on the head.