Eight months until Christmas
We are a third of the way through the year
Although I’m not fan of yule
This time always brings me cheer

I like a warm spiced cider
And fairy lights on the window
Snuggled up in a blanket
Watching the street below

I visit the market stalls
The smell of waffles and sweetmeats
Chessboards and Russian dolls
Laughter fills the streets

My hands bleed and my gloves itch
Cold makes my joints ache
I cry as I roll out of bed
The shower slaps me awake

I am broke as hell
My Name Day comes and goes
I start to feel anxiety
Snot drops out of my nose

Why is this season so magical?
Yet a time for such unease?
The truth is I wouldn’t change it
Now can I have spring please?

Use once
And the skill is learnt
Added to the inventory

I wish
Real life textbooks could work this way too

Imagine a world
Where all knowledge is absorbed
Instantly
And easily recalled

I listen to audiobooks
Late at night

Omelette du fromage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C-hQleMFhY

I could watch tits all day
It’s a surprisingly warm month
I’m laying on a sun lounger

My partner reads nearby
And my feet are slightly burnt

But I don’t want to move

Because I see a tit in the tree

A flash of colour
But I am not sure if it’s a great or blue

I feel sad because for a while I wanted to be a ornithologist

Birds linked me to my father and grandfather

I remember the aviary
I remember the silent shuffle

You showed me the cutest birds

I blew bubbles and sat on the lawn
Making daisy chains

I watched you
You let me put the seed in the feeder

I wanted the birds to be my friends

In the cage, the birds tweeted
But I stared at the trees

A flash of colour always reminds me of those days

I build

My favourite material is
Polished stone
Followed closely
By glass

I do like wooden accents
Birch flooring

Lots of torches
I like light
But mostly I don’t want zombies spawning nearby

A balcony is ideal
For archery

And a ladder up the outside wall
In case I am running from a creeper

An open plan house is my signature style

With underground windows to see into caves
So you can feel save while you’re searching for diamond

But the ultimate must have
Is a rooftop bed
Sleeping under the stars
And waking to see skeletons burning in the distance

It reappears frequently
I stood on the ledge of the multi-storey carpark
And read the poster on the warehouse opposite
Monday morning 5:19

I knew the song
But I can’t hear it now

I dream of the warehouse often
It’s normally full of trees
Predatory
Suffocating

I want to live in a converted warehouse
It reminds me of visiting the other Nina

In Manor House
I was so happy there
For that afternoon
I thought that life should feel like this forever

A vanity case
Leather with a pin-up girl printed on top

I met Cherry there too
I gave her a box of chocolates
With a bracelet in the bottom
She did my make-up

What a day
What a day

The factory workers across the road
Watched us in the yard
They whistled
We had an urban picnic

I am weary of the warehouse