Gifts in time ...

... flowers in speedy recovery wishes ... and virtually set for a trip out of town ... 

My daughter concerned with the natural upheaval for me in times when things a mess 

This will be reciprocal recovery in doing this 

A bit like camping ... 

... the set up before eating drinking bathe and a sleep ... 

The next move

in the life and times of a muddle in moments One that is in the natural events in life ... 

A time in settle of the next generation, with much relief after the hardship endured 

The impact was not mine alone. These times precious in themselves. The more so, when life thunders in ways beyond and off course. 

De-stabilisation

a sensation of which would be good not to see ... Life is not in that realm ...

I will forever be trapped in trauma. The load of **** I have unfortunately had to deal with. This time finally in spending equal time with family is of a grace no one will know. The day I see the back of all this time and those with it. I do not wish to be reminded. A point comes when that is it. 

Those that do not believe in what I do. It is coming to a time to walk on from this. I am still recovering ... I gave a home of what is left to move. Then I can find myself fully for who I am. Not what came to be ... tarred with the same brush. 

Sync in Learn

... finally getting around to the fine tune in a tad of life now. The portal of the place in life, lost in lost. I was awash with the cascade of autopsy in turvy life. 

And those dreams or mares. I could certainly tell a horror story in that. The bizarreness, I would alter in tone. 

The en masse of finding a platform among the choice in publishing. The set up of a pen name. And all that goes with it, a task in opening up different times.  The shake off, of other parts of a life, This to make way for a simpler time. At the start of this change on a death ... I could only surf the net, and had one email account ... a game or few ... my world opened up in many new ways, both in brilliance and frustrating... 

The find in this time of such surrealism about. The new to nexthand in much too. 

Andante

a good in memory of a special one 

This wait in work 

AOB in my paper work continues 

Lashings of travel in therapy

... the task to get over mind hurdles. We are very anticipitive in those plans since the freedom able to have in the movement of the home. And now to spread those wings elegantly in the sights sounds and smell of new environments ... 

The harvest homes, good food and a new basic knowledge of a new language. I may not speak it well, in those clumsy past attempts. As of old, with the French lycee in London on Cromwell Road. I picked up quite a bit on a daily basis. To do that and those Dutch, American and other cultures in my London time. 

It will be good again ...? 

The pace of time

the silly in the sad 

the sad in the stupid 

and Cupids arrow landing in my arena 

Life let downs

A the crux of this post crisis time ...

Now for the thy next procedures 

Time to give; is indeed a rare commodity 

I will not go into the bitter state of the grumpy side of life; as with all thy breeze in logs 

The flip side to gaiety and smiles I have 

turn me around the snarls, the dark photos, the posts that have a blot of the other of my personality 

The shadows in which I live on the outer skirts of society. 

My front room will look like a paper mountain; as I anticipated this ... 

Either I will be the story that never features a end in an end  or I will go on to become a legal aid in this life of decrepit legalities