Light my way home My boots are worn through And I’m soaked to the bone with snow Light my way home My boots are worn through And I’m soaked to the bone with snow Oh how the tables turn How… more →
Shall Owe Wordstimfoote wrote 1 year ago: Light my way home My boots are worn through And I’m soaked to the bone with snow Light my way … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: I had a friend of mine describe me as a person of extremes. I sail through life, feeling everything, … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: I suppose it’s close to words. It’s the same tool, the same substance. The same thoughtl … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: At least I feel like I’m changing. Perhaps not. But things around me, things within me, things … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: I tried all day on friday to write a blog. I tried all day to do study. I tried all day to do someth … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: There’s always more to take out. More rubbish to ‘dispose of’, more pieces of old … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: I wish I knew. Actually, I wish I knew where they hid all the time… I can imagine having a pla … more →
timfoote wrote 1 year ago: Siting here in my beanie, thick grey socks and hoodie, watching the rain dribble down the windows. N … more →