There’s a party going on in my legs

Bed time. You're comfortably knackered. And happily snoozy. And cosying up to a cat. It doesn't take long before....you...zzzzzzzz....zzz... DING! Wide awake. Some selfish shit has decided to throw a party. FFS! There's no music though. Or people. But a shed load of compulsive dancing. Coming from your own damn legs. Not again. Restless legs. … Continue reading There’s a party going on in my legs

Doubt

The buzzing has been constant for so many years I can barely hear it. A doubtful tinnitus. A constant humming, like the electricity in the walls and the distant traffic in a place I've lived forever. Am I intruding on this conversation? Are they flinching from my smell? Can they see me picking my eyes, … Continue reading Doubt