Writing – Page 20 – John B Ledger

There is still a her who I miss, when my endevours hit a snag. Even if she isn’t identifiable as anybody who exists, or who has ever existed, there is still a her.

Checking in at springtime again

The same old manic approach. As soon as the days get longer and the sun shines brighter, anxiety blossoms inside of me, highlighting everything I ‘need to do now’ to avoid the feeling of failure and the doldrums. I recognise the face in the reflection of the train station windows – the face of meContinue reading “Checking in at springtime again”

The Sound of Silence – [Quaint] Rings Around The World

(part of a series of ‘time travelling’ blogs – originally written in autumn 2015) There’s a noise that is silent. How can a noise sound like silence? It can when the screaming noise of life today momentarily falls away/or collapses in on itself, leaving just a quaint drone, as if the Noise at The EndContinue reading “The Sound of Silence – [Quaint] Rings Around The World”