This time last year,
I was sleeping in my tent,
I was the neighbourhood ‘weird guy’,
Complete with midnight meltdowns;
(One ridiculous night,
I found myself by a quiet road at 3am,
Completely engrossed in OCD routines,
βI’ll tell that story another time);
If I told you all of the stories from last year,
It would actually be unbelievable,
So many are known only to me,
But I intend to write them eventually;
Putting up my one-man tent,
Usually took me around thirty minutes,
For even though I could physically do it in five,
OCD was dissociating me,
Making me physically clumsy,
And mentally stuck, stuck stuck;
It’s funny, now,
When I go outside on these February nights,
To think I was braving those Scottish winds,
And the rain,
Putting up my little tent,
And sleeping so cosily inside!
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I’m sure you have many more interesting tales to tell my friend.
I’m sure I’m not the only I e looking forward to them π€
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You are? π. For some reason I didn’t want to write about them before, like it would be too gratuitous or looking backwards too much, too many depressing things, complaining too much. I guess I have the urge to now because I’m able to view them more positively, from a more positive frame of mind, and I’m not just writing gloomy things now. It’s not that I need to tell these remaining stories now out of therapyβ they’re more just curiosities.
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But that’s really interesting to know that you would positively look forward to them! Then again, I know you’re a lover of the dark π€π€£.
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I am a lover of the dark, but I am also a lover of well written stories.
And you have those in spades ππ€
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In spades! Thanks!!
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We are all looking forward to your other stories.
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