Here is another excerpt from a book I wrote in my early 30s. I don’t need to describe the hell-hole I made for myself….because it’s right here in 0’s and 1’s.
It seems all I do these days is stare at the bright white screen. The computer has the gall to stare right back at me as if it knows better. It flickers to black … in the reflection I notice my protruding belly. Where did that come from?
I reckon it happened after I poured that VB into my head. I pull up my shirt and pat my thirty-year-old hairy tummy in soft circles, trying to soothe something bad about myself. I notice my chest jiggling too.
It niggles me also that I might need a haircut and a shave. My hair is turning into the colour of ashes. It’s nearly getting too cumbersome to handle … The pulsating beat of Christine Anu’s song “Island Home” snaps away my self-pity.
Every night I dream of the sea,
They say home is…
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“The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.”- Michel Legrand
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