The crypt

I’m craving for a time when the snow would level me out

From the bathtub bottled gin

That takes 20 minutes of focusing the mind to open

Fatigued

I need a lie down before I put the bicarb salts to indulge my sins

I sit here dying my hair

I don’t want to disintergate this mortal skin

I know won’t compromise

The equations

They won’t grant me a dividend.

In the positivity I feel when my nonsense brings me more clarity

No disparities

The urge to give in to that initial rush.

Knowing that skiing the slopes of the cold rush

will end in a broken arm

A splinter to embarrass my ego

Show me up in a self-delusional femur propped up in a white cast in a sling.

Won’t humour my smile or bodily akin.

Write to recover

Write to reform

No, reaffirm I’m better without my foes

I used to call my brethren l.

I’m better

Now

I’m better now

Don’t ruin it

For brief a 30 second thought I sniffed out as win-win

Situation

Within

Actions become our past

Experiences

The future can make it count without losing an ounce of my heart to the demons of the crypt.

I won’t sin.

A book for the inner child

What a wonderful Christmas present 🎁 for those beautiful souls who make our existence more meaningful.

This debut novel from Affinity triangle follows a young protagonist girl called Sith ( Peace)& her father Gaol ( Love).

They go on a journey across the Moors to find the young girls mother, Firinn ( Truth) her mother’s lover.

In each chapter, Sith and Gaol come across many creatures and entities who represent different things.

The premise of this book is about mental & spiritual growth.

The first 100 books 📖 will can be personalised and signed by the author
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Gutted heart

My hearts in my gut

My tears already fall in that tropical fashion

My body already heaves with my breath like a speedy version of listening to the tides pull back and pull in -pushing my head under the ocean and forcing me to taste the entire body of it’s salty tears