I'm about to see a million things I thought I'd never see before and I I'm about to do all the things I've dreamed of And I don't even miss you at all ~ The Used Bulimic Caspar David Frederich ~ The Wanderer Above the Mists I've been reading a lot into my circumstances recently.… Continue reading This life I have.
Author: Byron McLeod
Milkshake connoisseur, anime fanatic, with an honours in literature. This blog is a way to express myself in all my creative endeavors as I travel and experience new things.
The Man, The Father, The Dragon
'BYRON!!!!!' are the words I hear, constantly being bellowed down the hall, like a grumpy old-aged dragon that's got something stuck in his tooth at the back of his mouth. It's a continuous stream of bellowing because the dragon always gets something stuck there, it is its nature, and it will keep bellowing until it… Continue reading The Man, The Father, The Dragon
House and Home ~ The Nomad Edition
Home is where the heart is. I've been wandering around these passages since I've been back, remembering everything that used to be. I remember skirting a bit to the side for a dog that used to sleep in that spot. He was big back then, it was a habit I guess, he slept a lot.… Continue reading House and Home ~ The Nomad Edition
Give Yourself A Try – 1975
My headphones are on repeat, over and over listening to my own memories. Its soft, but upbeat. It's sarcastic and witty, and you know, I find myself there, against the backdrop of myself, listening to my own song. My own life. -Winter reflections under the covers The chorus of the song I've been listening to… Continue reading Give Yourself A Try – 1975
Writing for writings sake
Recently I was sent a message calling into question the reception of my blog and the writing I do in general. The gist of the message was basically no one reads what I write and I think, as anyone can tell you when someone calls into question the worth of their work, that its a… Continue reading Writing for writings sake
Your own voice
I've been re-reading a lot of the posts that I've written before this and its made me realize how important the past is for a writer. All I can picture is this graphite HB pencil gliding across a page over and over again. It's kind of like in school where you would have your favorite… Continue reading Your own voice
The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis I've read a large amount of C.S. Lewis. I've sat in on lectures and discussed, debated and thought about the kinds of things he thought about: Life, children and everything in between. And I think now after having been an… Continue reading The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.
That time, this place.
Can you see that scent over the horizon? Scorched across the back of your tongue, like that first tequila of the night, what a time to be alive. I feel it, ebbing along my eyelids. REM'd flickering across the sparkly dust that dreams are made of, That shadow of light. Ahhh, There it is, inhaled.… Continue reading That time, this place.
Seasons
You know... Dear reader. I used to read these long analyses in university, on seasons shouting over vast distances about change. Ideas that bring grief and love, happiness and warmth, and I think. I think, I kind of get it now. I get the need to equate emotions and change with something physical, something constant.… Continue reading Seasons
Learning to be alone
I think I'm alive when I'm alone. I guess, I could say I'm learning as I go. Although I'm not really sure if I know what alone actually is. I think I might know, but I can't really be sure. I think we know what alone is, don't we? Isn't loneliness easier to find with… Continue reading Learning to be alone
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