Once more with feeling.

Okay, a brief update on where I'm at. These past couple of weeks have been a bit rough to say the least. I wouldn't ever say I was a depressive person, but this past week or so it seems the only word I'd have used to describe myself is morose. There have been various issues within my life that I've not really discussed, or felt the need to discuss, and that's fine, that's not how I deal with things. I like my space, I like my own time to deal with things, but I want to take a moment to apologise with anyone who I might've been a bit off with these past few weeks, so I'm sorry for being a sulky, introverted arse.

Right, now on to the good stuff. My parents came down to visit at the weekend, which is always nice. What made it nicer was the fact that I was in such a foul mood, only my parents could drag me out of it, which they did in stunning fashion. But, more importantly, I got to see my dog, and that's the one thing I miss the most with being at university, not being with my dog. I can phone and email my parents, I can't do that with my dog. Anyhoo, that's the lifey update bit done, now on to the writing.

I'm currently sat in the campus Costa spending money which I can't even justify having, let alone spending, and it's made me rather contemplative, so I'm gonna try and knock something out; writing-wise that is...

The sights, the smells, the sounds.
There's so much to take in here.
This den of coffee and cookies
Seems busy all around the year.

Rarely do I have the chance to sit,
To contemplate.
So busy has my life become but it's
So easy to procrastinate.

A hazlenut hot chocolate
Resided in my cup,
But now it sits there, empty.
There is no more to sup.

So sad, a metaphor for life,
To see this former drink.
A hollow, dejected empty shell
That leads my heart to sink.

But still, the memory remains
Of the joy that beverage brought,
So warm, fulfilling, soothing and smooth
But infinitely for nought.

Still, life continues
Unlike the chocolatey dream.
My day shall continue to improve,
Or so, I hope, it seems.

Well there you have it for now... I've noticed a bit of a structural pattern with my poems of the four line stanzas with the singular alternate rhyming couplets. A little bit sullen this time, but I'd like to think of it as also optimistic in nature... And all this from a simple hazlenut hot chocolate, which I now want another of... No Craig! You can't afford it!!

Adios for now.