Finding time for writing has been difficult these days, as I’m packing and preparing to move (and still looking for a new place too– yikes). But I did manage this quick collaboration with Peter Wyn Mosey. What do you think?
Moving, always moving, from place to place.
Accumulating more but never keeping it,
never keeping anything of value.
She kept looking for something,
something worth staying for.
Something she would never find.
Moving to escape the lonely places,
but they always followed.
Read Peter’s response piece here. Don’t forget to like or leave a comment while you’re there 🙂
I took part in another writing collaboration with Peter Wyn Mosey:
She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.