life
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I am not I
I am not I. Continue reading
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Come out of the Edges.
Come out from the edges. Where it was comfortable for so long. Stand on the edge no more. Shadow wanderer. Scared edge dweller. Find respite in the borderlands no more. Resist the call. Resist fragility. For now, is your moment.… Continue reading
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The Sickness I was fed up of being in.
Therapy and Walks. Thats basically what I was doing for about 2 months, late 2023. And writing at weekends, using coloured pens and writing out the tiny starting shoots of a story, in the safe space of the bookstore coffee… Continue reading
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The Candle.
I paused and lit a candle. Meetings over, Emails done, Groceries unpacked, Head thoughts in a variety of places Cup of tea made And in the cool grey of the cloudy afternoon light I walked slowly to the bookshelf Took… Continue reading
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The Last Judgement.
The last judgement is the day we’re no longer afraid to be alive again, it when we come back to our real state , our divine self, where we feel a communion of love with everything in existence (Don Miguel… Continue reading
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Eyes read, what the heart bleeds.
I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 