Today my head hurts. Well no, not hurts. It just sort of - throbs a bit. It feels sort of full but sort of empty at the same time.
I mean it's interesting. I can actually stop thinking. I can actually quieten down all the thoughts that buzz about. It could be quite nice, in a way. Could be quite relaxing I suppose.
Except. Except I can feel something in my chest that is sort of cold and sort of heavy.
It makes the gentle throbbing in my head feel ... Feel somehow possessive, I suppose.
My head is sort of full and sort of blank and what I want. What I really really want. Is just to go to the pub. Or bed.
Why I wrote Disraeli Avenue for charity - The houses on Disraeli Avenue all looked the same, the same shape, the same size but behind each coloured front door there was a story, a secret, a need....
4 years ago