Balls deep in sheep…

And out on the plains the wind dances with itself, no partner for a friend,
No lover leading by the hand, no romance in sight but the long dark of night.


So at what point did falling in love become an issue?

It’s probably me. In fact, I’m sure if you ask the right people, it definitely is me, but how come trying to fall in ‘love’ becomes nigh on impossible the older you get?
I mean, it’s like the single most beautiful experience you can ever feel in your life and yet trying to find someone to share it with is like trying to arm wrestle an Octopus.

I am therefore I suffer.

Unexpected, unforeseen,
Unsure of all you seem,
Unawares to your purpose,
Resisting what I mean.