There he sits in his flat
Staring out at the grey façade
His home not a home to him
Just bricks and mortar he feels apart
No feeling of belonging
No comfort of the homely feel
Just bricks and mortar
None of it seems real
He’s moved to many places
But never settled right
Nowhere feels like home
Just bricks and mortar day and night
Will he ever find his castle
His cottage or windmill?
Until he does he’ll just have to settle
For bricks and mortar still
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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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