during the day I live life with a smile enjoying the warmth of the Mediterranean sun content with who I am who I have become or perhaps who I have created but in any case at peace with my soul
but when I lie awake at 3 a.m. and in the darkness the shadows of memories mingle with the memories of shadows reminding me of who I was and all those I damaged then my soul screams for forgiveness and I yearn once again for the death of the past
A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
You, too? I hate when that happens which is why at 3AM you’ll usually find me sitting in my recliner wrapped in a security blanket and writing the world’s next bestseller (in my mind, anyway). 🌹
You, too? I hate when that happens which is why at 3AM you’ll usually find me sitting in my recliner wrapped in a security blanket and writing the world’s next bestseller (in my mind, anyway). 🌹
Surely not you, Nancy!
I had you down as one of the perfect few…
Now, how boring would being perfect be?! 😉
Jings, you’re cute when you’re contrary!
Wow! Powerful.
Thanks, Kate, glad it worked for you
Been there, done that, wear the T-shirt to bed every night. Yours in yearning, Doug.
I guess it’s most of us, Doug, apart from the perfect few
Ouch!
Life laid out in its beauty – and its pain.
‘shadows of memories
mingle
with memories of shadows’
Beautiful lines.
Thanks, Jenne, sometimes the Muse is awake when the rest of the person is asleep!