This isn’t home
Doesn’t feel right
Feel alone
No life in sight
Born and bred
In this town
It’s dead
Tumbleweeds, no sound
Just wanna move on
Town to town
No fixed abode
Different sounds
Stories to tell
Rich in colour
Unlike this hell
That’s all asunder
Pack a bag or two
And off to go
Away, where to choose
Highlands or low?
No fixed abode
Nowhere to belong
Different roads
Should’ve long gone
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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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