I Don't Have A Deep

And So We Stood Together Like That, At The Top Of That Field For What Seemed Like Ages, Not Saying Anything, Just Holding Each Other, While The Wind Kept Blowing And Blowing At Us, Tugging Our Clothes, And For A Moment, It Seemed Like We Were Holding Onto Each Other Because That Was The Only Way To Stop Us From Being Swept Away Into The Night.

Memory, I Realize, Can Be An Unreliable Thing; Often It Is Heavily Coloured By The Circumstances In Which One Remembers.

Sometimes I Get So Immersed In My Own Company, If I Unexpectedly Run Into Someone I Know, It's A Bit Of A Shock And Takes Me A While To Adjust.

Many Of Our Deepest Motives Come, Not From An Adult Logic Of How Things Work In The World, But Out Of Something That Is Frozen From Childhood.

So Why Not Become A Mongrel? It's Healthy