“Am I making something worth while? I’m not sure. I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts, but am I making something worth while? I’m not sure. There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn’t find anything lightly to say, so I simply walked away but still wondered what he did with his life because he didn’t even speak to me or look at me but still made me wonder who he was and I walked away asking Am I making something worth while? I am not sure. I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.” LifeHeartPoetrySimpleSilenceLivingCreatingSingingLonelyWordsComplicatedDrunkMeaningProseWriterJournalCreateLivesSingWanderlustTravellingNomadBoyReasonsOn WritingDiaryNomadicBarSingerWalk AwayVagabondOn The RoadExpatSpoke To Book:Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving Source: Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
“There were days when I still put on make up in case you’d come back, but I wear the same clothes and shower in the rain and eat when I can and sleep when I can, which is rare and not often, so if you’d see me now on these streets where I once imagined walking with you you’d have a hard time recognising me. I takes a lot to run away.” LovePastPoetrySleepImagineYouthWalkingClothesRainProseYouEscapeBreak UpBerlinHeart BreakRememberingDaysRunEatRareShowerMake UpRun AwayCome Back Book:Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving Source: Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving