Nothing more than that.
I am here listening to "me and mrs jones".
And thinking that of all the places that I want to be right now this (my work) , isn`t on the top of the list.
I feel disconnected to all.
So barefeet and just plain angry all the time.
I am going through a rough patch that is what I keep telling myself.
It does not lighten the burden any easier.
Being on my own is not an option as a way things happened.
Through the course of my life ,since i was little.
I remenber being left alone to vend for myself.
Whatever the reasons were.
Today I think the uncapacity to relate to other comes from there.
This place i live in today.
England, is home not because who or a what but essentially it is not home.
When every corner has a memory in my mind, most of them unpleasent.
For me not nearly enough.
I am in pain...