Little things

my head is often a mess, thinking about what happened and about how I saw it happen. The difference between the two I often don’t realise as I don’t care somehow.

The past two years have been a rollercoaster, cancer no cancer, and cancer again to eventually fight another day. Women, the illusion of love, to finally find love hidden away.

Love, is a topic that on its own is worth a few bit of my poems, I actually do love all, and all stay in my heart, though for you who reads this, this must be hard to understand. I love my children they are my all, at least I keep telling myself that, and I do believe that. I work in godely hours to earn money, good money that I in turn can spend on them the ones I love.

An example, last week I gave my dad, an old cyclist, a new bike, made him so happy, though, I could not afford it in any way to buy this. Still I did, his facial expression will be burned in my mind, for many years to come. And that is worth all the shit it will get me in.

I feel like I lost this ability to write something that makes sense… Will try again tomorrow