Geoff Rogers
Bio
Country boy who spent too much time in the city, is searching for home.
Maker of things, teller of tales, almost but not quite broken, healing.
Stories (3/0)
Night
It’s around 2am and I can’t sleep. Could be any number of reasons. Friends are going through hard times and I’m never sure how to reach out or even if I should. The arm hurts, and the leg. I had too many covers on, and my internal thermostat is always set to High when I sleep, so even on a cool night like this I can wake up clammy. I haven’t written anything in weeks that wasn’t for uni, and that usually means there’s a bottleneck inside of me somewhere.
By Geoff Rogers3 years ago in Motivation
Coming Back
Everything's familiar but wearing an extra twenty years, like the visage that ponders my existence from the mirror. With my face I have little excuse, having inhabited and watched it adjust to the vicissitudes of existence every day of my life; I can be forgiven the sense of eerily halting familiarity when it comes to the town.
By Geoff Rogers3 years ago in Motivation
