(I'll always) remember September

It's been a wee while since I have checked in here.  I met someone the other night that knew me from this blog and kicked myself as I've totally neglected it recently.  To tell you the truth, lots of stuff has been happening in my life that I've just not felt like writing about, until now.

September is a month of change.  The weather is warping, this side of the world is cooling down, nature's paint palette has replaced it's bright greens with browns, and it's pinks with shades of red and gold.  It's beautiful and heart wrenching at the same time.  I am an unusually sensitive and sentimental person.  I am moved too quickly and I fall in love in a heartbeat.  I grieve when the season changes, even though I have LONGED for the cold all summer, when she actually leaves me I feel like I miss her.  Bitch.

I'm sitting in my flat feeling like life is a little surreal right now.  I am going to be moving out at the end of the month, all my shit around me needs to go, I am downsizing from a flat to a room, downsizing from a relationship to being single, downsizing from a full on (made up, but real feeling) future with kids and houses and family and friends and to none of the above.  That's what happens when a real relationship ends.  That imaginative, totally made up future you create for yourself in your own mind, and occasionally let your significant other peek into, is totally destroyed.  And I loved that future.  Weird.

All this madness has resulted in a mega write-a-thon, I am sitting with far too many new songs, it's pouring out my soul recently, so perhaps a demo album, just like the Batcave recordings to come?  

Maybe I should concentrate on the actual album first, yes, that's what I'll do.

Okay short and sweet, like my little ginger self.  

Night
R x
 


 

2 comments

  • The Auld Fart

    The Auld Fart Sunny Glasgow

    And then, eventually, the golds and reds of winter will fade, and are once again replaced with the first hints of green of spring, and burst into all the colours of summer..xxx

    And then, eventually, the golds and reds of winter will fade, and are once again replaced with the first hints of green of spring, and burst into all the colours of summer..xxx

  • Louise

    Louise Glasgow , anderston

    There's no place like home when you feel like that ❤️

    There's no place like home when you feel like that ❤️

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