RocknRolla.

Went Priory Thursday night mate. I have never hugged so many people in such a short space of time. I re-united with some "Asian blud", I saw friends that I haven't seen in a good while, and in even in my state of soberness, it was quite fucking brilliant.

Nothing reminds you more of being home than when you see the faces of the people that really paint the image of "home".

I'm not going to do a huge blog on the depths of being at home in relation to the spiritual growth associated with being at university. What I will do is show you something I created with my bare/very soft hands.

I don't do a lot, but what I do-do from time to time is write in my little black book.

Now now, I don't write peoples names however, I do write little snippets of my imagination and creative mumbling.

Below.

The Battle of Man

I stare at my feet below me,

Whilst the battle of men shakes the floor above me.

The angels cry fire and ash, whilst the brotherhood of men laugh in cold steel and doom.

"Conflict is all we are good for" the floor tells me.

"I do not know what else I can do to stop this" my feet remain still.

"Have you tried running?" asked the floor.

"No, but I did beg for salvation"

The floor laughs.

"Men run when they should walk, and walk when they should remain perfectly still"

"I am still" I say.

There is silence.

"No you are sat down, there is a difference. Stand up, do not move and face your destiny"

I stand up and do absolutely nothing.

My name is history.