mental-health – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Walking

Walking is good for anxiety. So, I walk. Last night I walked 20 km. I just started, and I kept going. Through the streets, across the park, sun breaking through. Down to the river, few people fishing. Said hello. Kept walking. Through the woods, into town. Past the pubs, bands playing, or karaoke, people everywhere.Continue reading “Walking”

Days

Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And I think about the other days. The ones where IContinue reading “Days”

May

A light bulb is burning out as the sun sets. Talking heads on the TV. Fuck off and give me peace. The window’s open but the air isn’t moving. The shadows stretching long across the floor. I can hear a train moving through the city, there and then gone. Who the fuck even watches TVContinue reading “May”

Out of Step

If you fall out of step with the world, it’s hard to get back in. You just see all the people walking by, so sure of themselves. They don’t see you. They’re not allowed to. It would break the certainty. If they do see you, they glance and look away. Best to stay in line.Continue reading “Out of Step”

Gibbons Guitar Tone

Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good crowd in.The band is cranking outSharp Dressed Man. I’m eitherContinue reading “Gibbons Guitar Tone”