Could I form a club of people with my form of madness whatever that might be?
I will define me.
I am somewhat unconventional in how I dress and what I say and think.
Not to excess, my house is a mess.
I have friends, some old, some new.
I get along with people I like talking to.
I enjoy good humour, I like to laugh.
I own no guns by the way.
Just thought I’d say.
I don’t read books, I did when I was young.
I ordered one the other day, once in a foreign tongue.
This description is going nowhere fast.
In some things I come in last.
My money barely lasts a week.
In that I’m not unique.
I plan to learn guitar.
I have not started so have not got far.
I am the sum of my experiences up to now.
The future takes care of itself anyhow.
It has till now.
I am not defined by what I’m not but what I am.
I use worse words than damn.
My club may have only one member, me.
My motto is I’ll wait and see.
Sometimes I get things done.
I am more or less like everyone.
I don’t like being in a hurry.
I almost never worry.
I notice clique and niches form around strange ones, like minded people say they’re great.
That is not my fate.
Nothing much happens, all human life is there.
It’s a mixum gatherum, my club, everyone is there.
My soul laid bare.
To describe a person takes eternity.
This will do for now, that’s all from me.
30th January, 2019