The rush it comes
Flying at her
Enveloping her heart
In twists and turns
Excited
Elated
Scared as well
For what is fated
She cannot yet tell
Her stomach in knots
A little sick
Worried is she
Tick, tock, tick
A chance she took
All out change
So much more
Knows no range
Bursting
Yearning
Here it comes
Where does it start
This new beginning
This mad endeavour
Hit the road running
Fast
Hard
The rush all consuming
The rush she needed
The rush made her move
Her darkness now treated
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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