Somewhere there’s a sunset that isn’t on rails…
They call us the night-hawks.
And we’re at no diner…
But we do talk,
About the day’s minor
Incidents, you know…
The ones that hold you back.
And so. You’d do well.
Listen to us.
Our melatonin spells,
That vivid fuzz.
We are the nighthawks.
And on dark wings
When they should sing.
We’re the nighthawks,
And our truth is truth but may sting.
"Relax, be honest, have passion. Support, love and live."
This Autumn Sun laughs;
turns its face to the Summer months and harks back.
They say the Ozone’s repairing itself. And here’s hoping.
But as ice cracks and melts,
who’s felt there should be more than plans prepared?
More surfaces scratched, and action, than ceaseless resolution voting.
"Use your best ideas. Set them free. It’s not ideal if they don’t work out, but why would you not at least try? Why would you offer your second best?"
The same is true of love.
It’s tricky…’stuff’, isn’t it? And of late I’ve been noticing indeed just how tricky stuff can be. Stuff isn’t new - at university, such was my frustration with accumulating the mental variety (fears, anxieties, irrationality), when the student house I was living in was empty I might do the following:
Stand in the middle of it - so as to fill as much of it as possible with my immediate future venting - and just *YELL*.
It wasn’t a great time, but I got the idea from the film Garden State, and surprisingly it was a pleasing therapeutic release. Highly recommended, if you can get away with it.
When I was at school I used to ignore all sorts of stuff by reading. Big scary stuff was trivialised with my nose in a book. And the sharp corners of small (but surprisingly troubling teenage issues) I used to try to pillow…to file and shave to smoothness with a few verses. Or a rambling mess/scribbled phrase.
I used to work through all sorts of stuff while writing, not just my homework. And it’s the writing I’ve not really been doing much of. Not of the ‘What If I Just Trust Myself and Try Something? sort, anyway.
Well, I’m going to trust myself. Tricky stuff has landed me with an idea for a book. A book I’d quite like to work on and submit to Unbound. So I’m going to try and do that.
I have a classy portmanteau title, and a premise to match. And…well, let’s see what happens.
Because tricky stuff can often be helped by creativity. And because there’s a younger me wholly unimpressed by my level of output.
Beautiful. ‘I can Be Your Light’ by Maze Hill.
Top tune, for tough times.