Hello, this is just a little notification to say that I’ve started a collaboration blog with my good friend Jack Hudson ie. WasterSpace. Together, we are the Jolly Llamas and in the coming weeks and months we hope to be posting our own pieces of writing, our writing collaborations and if we ever get round to it, our spoken word videos. Definitely worth a look in, and definitely worth following just to make sure you’re kept up to date with all of our latest bits of work.

We welcome all feedback and constructive criticism and we will also be trying to do the same as we work our way through your own blogs.

Cheers! P.


An Ode to Acceptance

What you have to remember is that everyday we’re faced with this illusion of tranquillity in terms of the constant and unrelenting thought streams that permeate our own minds, contrasting with the complete and utter lack of insight into another persons mind. And seeing as we’re confronted with hundreds of people on a daily basis it can get pretty daunting. And what it ultimately comes down to is trust, we have to trust that we are not alone in our thoughts, that other people are going through exactly the same thought patterns as us at exactly the same time. “Does this person have any interest in my words or do they just think I’m a dick” “what impression am I giving?” “Do they feel the same sense of connection, be it intellectual, love-based or anything else, that I feel towards them?”

And then it moves on from trust, to the almost sub-category of acceptance. We have to accept that when it all boils down, we will never truly know, but that’s fine. We can only know, what we ourselves know and anything else is merely an illusion.

But accepting that illusion I think, is what it means to be truly happy.

I think it takes extreme patience, or extreme ignorance to realise that level of acceptance.

And not ignorance in a bad way, not at all. In a way, I admire the trait of ‘ignorance’ and sometimes I feel myself craving it. But ultimately, I’m happy in my messy ways, I’m happy that most of the time I feel fairly awful because I know that, when the good times hit, they hit hard.


Sleep. A yawning void.

Uninhabited emptiness,
Brimming with nothingness.
The separate separation
Of dream state segregation.

Yet comfort comes; As days suspend
And night descends,
Darkness of time
Congeals with darkness of mind.

Thoughts filter, simmer and boil
And then end.