She sits in her flat
Surrounded by things
Gathering dust and
Whatever else they bring
Books line the shelves
Ornaments as well
Films and music all
Around, she’ll never sell
As time moves on
More stuff crowds her space
Nothing in her life
Ever gathers pace
The more time passes
She looks at her stuff
Realising they’re needless
Things to smooth out the rough
She’s looking for something
More to give her life meaning
But until then she keep
Up with needless things cleaning
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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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