tale to tale

So,  I looked back at  my old Tumblr account recently. And noticed some actual posts of mine, muddled in with reposts, pictures of cats, abstract photography and the pastoral. But yeah, there was this poem just sat there.  And I remember doing it,  a little depressed at the time or reflective, it’s hard to pinpoint the difference in your 20s.

At the age of 25 I’m going to start revisiting that side of my brain. And whenever I feel like it,  I’ll upload a poem.

Now, I’ll say one thing. I take a random photo,  when the mood strikes, and I write a poem there in that moment. The photo is my eyes.  The words,  my thoughts.  My often wanky, nonsensical thoughts. Here’s project 3.