Still feeling too much like I've just had a wisdom tooth ripped out my head to sleep well but have it seems thanks to the pain and the fear it creates I have completed what will be, after I have gone over it again the first draft of a poem called 'War poem' by Daffodil. I am quite chuffed. It's over the line limit at the moment but it has to be or it will be well under by the time I've cut it down and there is probably too much in it, but it is about me, where I come from, where I'd like to go blah, blah blah a unique and if I may say so strong and beautiful voice.
spiritualism, non western perception, resisting oppression, vulnerability, tough as fuckness..
The hills are alive..