By OutAndAbout01

Losing My Religion

Bursting To Get out....aren't we all?

Sometimes I forget I'm living in some weird science fiction world at present and want to jump in the car and escape to some remote location.

Very strange to have so much time on my hands but none to spend doing what I really want to! Plenty to do today as the decking oil has arrived and its all clean after being pressure washed so better get on with it.

Thanks to Bikerbear for hosting.

'Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up’

John Michael Stipe

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