Vision In Blue

Every year I take a look back at what's happened over the last twelve months. This year hardly seems worth it, evidently I've done nothing of any consequence. It actually made me a little sad to realise that I'd gotten all the way to December without a real, personal, event. I've decided the only way to do this is to look back at the fun events, at least there were lots of those! So there were lots of outings, not all entirely cultural! We saw Micky Flanagan, Bill Bailey, a midnight showing of The Worlds End [rather a disappointment but never mind!]. Slightly more on the cultural side I went to see my friend in concert with the local orchestra, Last Night Of The Proms and a couple of others, then there was a concert at Glyndebourne that we barely managed to stay awake through. Technically this was at the end of the year before but I joined a gym... I went a lot... then I went a lot less. I'm still going for the next month but I'll spare you the mini rant abo

I don't always know what I'm going to write about, the below came from a friends writing assignment and an idea of tragedy coming from something that was inexplicably involved in it. I wonder why they do it sometimes, I watch them as they look over the edge at the abyss below. Maybe the rippling water calms them, the slow movement makes them think peace is at hand. I wont forget their faces as they go, almost a smile, like their cares are gone. At that moment I wonder if they suddenly wonder why they've done it, did they really need to do it? By nature I'm a cold hearted thing, steel and bolts, designed to be strong. How can I be strong when those around me are not? They come to me for support, but ultimately I let them down. Every day people linger. I will them to move on, there's nothing here for you. Nothing. I'm trying to help them but at the same time being selfish, I don't want to watch, unable to help. I was built with such a noble purpos