Time

Time it seems to struggle when passing through my day,

The long hours I wait wondering,

Heaven is for someone else; a mystery to me.

He was given and stolen a breath of life,

The door is waiting to be moved.

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Crap

It’s that time of the year when everything is a bit shit. It’s so long away now for us to remember that Christmas and New Year festivities even happened. Plus the combination of mind-numbingly tedious television mixed with awful weather results in us all feeling low and miserable.

It’s not even exciting weather where we can all get either snowed under or burnt to a crisp. Just the eternal feeling of thinking we have pissed ourselves as everything is damp and wet.

Majority of people who set out goals and resolutions would have failed them by now as the reason why I never make them. But I am thinking about changing stuff. You know when you were a kid and on a Sunday afternoon you were bored so you moved the furniture around to make it seem like you had a bedroom. It’s that sort of change.

I am trying to work out what. Do I trying to loose weight? Drink less? Do more walking and photography? Move the furniture around in my house?

Maybe I will give it a week or so and mull it over. Then by the time I have for round to remembering that I was going to change the better weather will be here and I will be less frustrated with life.

Oh it’s a bit crap isn’t it?