The Return of the Thing.

Okay, so I'm back. Tumblr didn't quite work as I'd hoped for my writing. With regards to actual readership, it seems my old way of posting here and then plugging elsewhere actually worked better with regards to a wider readership, so here I am again. However, I will be keeping my Tumblr active for the personal stuff, because like I keep saying, that's never what I intended here for. I'm also going to make a Facebook 'like' page to see if that'll advertise a bit better. But as for now, I'm currently in Bristol with the girlface, which meant another train ride, which meant another poem. Enjoy!

I often find myself on a train,

And when I do, I write again.

Perhaps it's the rhythm along the tracks,

Or maybe the thought of not coming back.

Whatever the reason, I find it so calm

To write on a train, my pen in my palm.

I'm never quite sure of what I will write.
I sit and watch as many things pass my sight.
But nothing really catches my eye
From the many sights that pass me by.
Of all the things to think in my head,
My thoughts are drawn to her instead.

So there we have it. I'm back. I'll get working on some proper projects when I have more time to do so, but until then,

Peace out,

Craiggy.