Of little use anymore ?

There eventually comes a day when talking to your parents about a problem is a waste of time. Its nice to think they can advice you, but one day and that day is now, their answers are short winded and flippant. If I further explain my view point I just get puzzled luck, an atmosphere of mild annoyance and then usually total mis- comprehension about how seriously I value the points ive just made. The whole situation ends in me feeling angry and them, well not even seeing that. As people get older they perfect the art of not letting anyone elses negativity stick to them. They do not hang around it anymore. I realised this about my parents when I was moaning to them recently about things. It made little impact and only emphasized the fact that they are more switched off in their old age than they used to be.

Writing the unprintable

I have started my midnight writing stints again. Its been a long while since ive woken up with inspiration on my mind. My writings don't hold back, and im afraid they are un-postable due to their intensity, even the thoughts of people ive never met reading them fills me with dread. Exactly what im gaining from writing such pieces remains to be seen. I must be benefitting somehow and I have done so in the past. What extreme thoughts or scenes will visit me tonight ? Go on, you can blame that up and coming green moon if it makes more sense to you, but im really the only one to blame here.