Real/Fake

Nothing is real.

As I sit here typing this post, my heart is far away. My mind floats through the air, searching for him. It drifts through the memories…conversations we've had, places we've gone, times we spent together. My soul longs for those times again.

But none of it was real. None of those moments were anything more than friendship. Oh, I can dream all I want to, remember all I want – but the fact remains. It wasn't real.  Nothing is real.

What do you do when you realise everything you've hungered for, is fake? 

It exists only in your mind. 

It doesn't exist.

It's not real. 

There are no (suitable) words

I just wrote a whole post, and deleted it almost immediately again. It was not a 'suitable for any stranger to read' post, very personal and as such is not being posted! So I guess I have nothing else to say then.

"All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you"

Hello

I haven't posted in ages.
I was away in Donegal this weekend with my Exodus team.
I wanted to post a picture of it.
For some reason it won't let me upload it.
So some other night.
How are you all?
Have you missed me?
I have missed you.

I forgot!

Sunday was my one-year blogging birthday… and I forgot to post! Shame on me. So happy birthday blog. It is nice to be able to look back on the journey from time to time, to see where I have improved (and alas, where I have not).

So happy birthday blog!

Hmm…

I should post something now. But i’m tired. One Way was amazing last week. And I was away with my Exodus team at the weekend. So I’ll post some other day, soon. I promise.