Borderline feels.

Hello reader, listener, perverse spectator.  As my digits become less effective at cutting though the air I thought it would be appropriate to dialogue with myself on behalf of those who have not yet attempted to do so. That being anyone [IRL]. Key clicks from my tomb of self pity are now fully resonant through out the many belongings and failed conquests that trap my every attempt to move quietly so as not to wake my sleeping life next door. As a song writer I always try to dip into actual life experience but sometimes the struggle to be acceptable to those I miss and remember means there is a limiting. But what they don’t hear will never kill them.  Just in case though lets reside here for a while and pull up the box sides and keep all this between you and me.

 

L.

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22/11/2018