A small feeling.

I believe it's moments like this, how I'm feeling in this exact moment which will make or break me.  I'm not missing home, Gretna is a dull place with many lovely people residing within it, my family live there and some of my friends too.  I've grown there, worked there, played there and left there but in this instant, I wish I was there.  Not because I miss it, but because it's convenient.  Either today or tomorrow, some day soon, my best friend will give birth and I am 9000 miles away, the first time I see this child in real life is realistically this time next year, which sucks.  I knew about the birth of her first child within four hours and met her within seven days... There was space to breath, but a year is something else.  I moved to Perth, to Lower Chittering on the back of some difficult decisions because I thought fuck it, it's my life, I want to live it.  I had no ties and no worries but now I'm realising something that shouldn't really come as a shock, life goes on.  I'm merely a player and the other players move on, they love, they cry, they live and they die and I'm silly to think that things would pause that life wouldn't change but it does.  And now with a tear in my eye and a glass in my hand I toast the players, the best friend, the mother, the babe in arms, the stranger and the lover... The world keeps on spinning and I'm a sentimental old fart at times.  

I guess this is my way of contributing a verse. 

-Rx