2. How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?

Breathe, just breathe. There’s nothing more you can do. You can’t make him want you or love you anymore than you can stop loving him yourself. You tried, you put yourself out there.

Legs feel week, the ground looks so inviting. What if I just disappear...

What, you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You really think that will make him miss you, do you really think if you weren’t here anymore that he’d even notice.

That feeling swelling in your chest is all you’ll ever have.

It's all that you deserve.

What a waste. You couldn’t even get him to feel the tiniest bit of affection for you.

THUD, thud, THUD. Beating rhythm forces it's way through my hollow chest. Sound dies away and the emptiness is filled with a high pitch static whine. Thud, thud, thud. The beating slows to a near stop. This unimaginable pain seems to arrive while simultaneously continue to exist as it's always been there. Did I really never notice this pain before. Has it always been here or is it just my raw nerves being severed.

Don’t feel. Close your eyes.

What a pathetic fool!

Just breathe.

Useless waste of space.

Just, survive this. You can do this!

1. Outside the Window: What’s the weather outside your window doing right now?

A framed white rectangle picture frame capturing the cityscape of Dublin 2. A church steeple is formed solid and center taking the focal point to epic visual effect. My feeling of the day is one of a heavy sigh, a disheartening shrug, where one might think back on the people they no longer know and wonder why. With the sky blanketed heavily with dense nimbostratus clouds, the thick impenetrable cloud cover with a constant drizzle of rain falling and drifting across the city centre. With all this moisture in the air it makes the 10℃ feel closer to 3℃, leading to a chill factor that you bones just don't want to listen to. All my bones wish to do is retreat back from the cold, find solis in the folds of my recently vacated bed and be comforted by the fact that I no longer need to face today.


Though the cityscape is forefront in the frame it is backed with the most glorious mountain range, the Dublin Wicklow Mountain Range. Slightly smudged from my view point the mountains today are leading to an ominous feeling of dread. Who is coming from there, leaving their hidey hole to come and terrorise the denizens of Dublin's fair city. Will they come a knocking, thumping and hurling down the mountain side with chaos taking up the rear.



This day bodes ill, and outside my window predicts this well.

Writing 365 Creative Writing Challenge

Writing 365 Creative Writing Challenge

The aim is to take a challenge each day and post it here.

It start’s today the 30/01/2017