Only just noticed your re-post of your poem above today. I could not remember reading the original on my Father’s birthday nine months ago (I had to go check to find this out), and then just days ago while tired in the small morning hours on the eve to the sixth anniversary of his story’s closing, from somewhere inside came the poem tale of “Inside Laneways” as a late thought to a previous prompt over at “The Reverie” based on a set of words. Perhaps “The State of Orphan” was somewhere just below the surface, as I wrote to a similar set of themes around that of an orphan, loss, altered situations, and change. Just feeling lost and a little confused today on how/why my head managed drift that way while writing.
HASTYWORDS 
Bit of a gut-punch with that one, Sunset. Gripping story though.
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That was written 2 years ago. BUT…has a lot to do with my current state of affairs at home and in general I guess.
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I figured as much.
*kicks geography in the shins*
Reading these would be SO much fucking easier if I could drive over and take you out for cake and a long chat *sigh*
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Awwww…. it was meant to be inspirational lol
But I agree you and CAKE perfect
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Yeah well you know me – I’m all about the antecedent.
And I’m wary of the doors you walk through cos you have a tendency to close them behind you.
Let’s make ‘perfect’ happen instead.
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I do close doors behind me don’t I?
I think I do that to keep myself from looking back but they are always unlocked.
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Long as I can peek through and try to tempt you 🙂
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Only just noticed your re-post of your poem above today. I could not remember reading the original on my Father’s birthday nine months ago (I had to go check to find this out), and then just days ago while tired in the small morning hours on the eve to the sixth anniversary of his story’s closing, from somewhere inside came the poem tale of “Inside Laneways” as a late thought to a previous prompt over at “The Reverie” based on a set of words. Perhaps “The State of Orphan” was somewhere just below the surface, as I wrote to a similar set of themes around that of an orphan, loss, altered situations, and change. Just feeling lost and a little confused today on how/why my head managed drift that way while writing.
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