Why am I writing?

Why am I yet to another program ; falling victim of inviting the world into my parallel, paralysis of memories of what seems lifetimes ago into competitions to people and platforms i don’t even know.

Trusting yet almost residing in the knowledge of this big spike. Up and down an emotional rollercoaster for mentally ill unable to unwind forever a memory going round and and round; life.

When is death coming. Never mind I don’t have the time move on next expedition is going to be on platform 6 running to eastbound to Euston. Get out your tickets 🎫 you wanna be from the illiterates.

The uncle it’s a large family tree where you can just sit down and forget about where they all fit in. Organising these traditional meetings with Religious heritage of how we conduct ourselves or go blind. As if you could not accept the name we had for thee you surly cannot still drink with me.

Life is like a conundrum when you have so many things going around it but you get used to being on my carousel of all turning out well.