Today we say goodbye to our old home in White house, Ewarton, St. Catherine. The memories here were precious, leaving behind friends and to think that I have finally gotten close to them, I was the quiet one, after all; it’s still a bit surprising that even I made any friends these pass years, both here and in high school, respect to my coolness everyone keep saying I possess, that must be it. Now that we are getting older, remembering there was much we wanted to accomplish, who knows if we will even cross path…wait, why am I behaving like I won’t ever see them again? There is always university or get together…probably, maybe. I must be anxious; well this change was sudden, and I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

It sucks, it really sucks that I am really leaving, for a new life? a new adventure? Who I am kidding I am not ready to start this cycle a new, making friends, it was hard enough the first time, taking into account my personality but it can’t be helped, to accommodate my father, Joseph French, new job and it facilitates an easier traveling route. I have been to the area a couple times, memory is a bit hazy since I was little when we visited and it was where pops grew up as a kid, a little town called Linstead. As the moving truck was loaded and everything was out, it was time to head out; as the vehicles left the drive way, one last look at the house, “I hope that who lives here next takes good care of you” Matthew now lost in thoughts while hoping that his new life would be smooth sailing but little did he know that a journey of change was being written.

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East Avenue, Linstead, the town we are moving to, remembered visiting here when I was younger, to see Grandma, every now and again. From what I can remember, kids my age, 12 years of age and older were in the streets throughout the day, either up to no good, playing some kind of sports, football, cricket, as well as the occasional battle of the marbles, and that’s a battle for keeps, playing such a game means risking losing all the marbles you have so diligently collected. Yes, I too did part take in such festive when I had the chance and I have lost a number marbles too much to count while gaining some in return…I wonder how much have changed since then? Especially grandma, will she still attempt to fatten us, “A great man, eats his food leaving none behind, becoming strong for his family” she would say, I smiled without realizing by the thought of it.

“what are you smiling about?” Malina asked looking creeped out,

“Nothing, just a thought” I replied.

“Probably something perverted…” she mumbled returning attention to her phone.

“No, it wasn’t…” I replied feeling a bit annoyed by the thought, but she ignored. Malina French, my younger sister two years younger than I am and still in high school, give her two more years and she will be out. Malina will always be in her phone texting or post her many selfies she had taken. If we get along? Sometimes, other times we are at each other’s neck, the one that keep us in check is our older sister, Rosalia, it is said that she is of the more levelheaded one among us but I see different, acting as such because everyone expects it, but I do know she do genuinely want us to get on along. She is not here with us for the move, she recently got married to a business owner, *Carol Joseph*, I didn’t remember the details, I’ll ask again when they are back from their honeymoon.

We were now in Linstead, it is 7:00am, we had decided to leave out a little early to give us a more time to unpack as much as we can for the day. People were up and about already, waiting at the bank to beat the early lines, taxi and bus operators were trying to get their morning load, battling each other to persuade the annoyed traveler who is now see themselves as a victim of *public transportation harassment*. I chuckled at the show as we passed by, “I have forgotten this is what this town was like throughout the day…” I thought to myself. I looked in direction of Malina, she was still looking into her phone but now with the headphones in, she’s missing such a spectacle, pity. It was indeed a busy morning, and people watching at this time can sometimes be refreshing. I felt urge to write as we moved on from the area, I took a small pad, my pen and started scribbling what was in my mind, ended up becoming a poem, titled it ‘a day in our life, chapter none’. It’s surprises me that I didn’t wrote this one in my own company, maybe I am changing, probably. I haven’t shared any of my writings with anyone, especially my friends from White house, don’t think they know I do write ever now and again. I carry a small book everywhere I go just to scribble something when I get a chance or feel inspired to, you would think that I would be using my phone or tablet to do my writings, right? Nah I feel writing in a book feels more natural to me, it lets me flesh out the words in my head a lot easier. Life, the days I live is always giving something to write about, as well as my mind is a clutter of thoughts and wonder. It’s my second way of escaping the overwhelming reality, with listening to music being the first; It’s my escape.

A new town a new beginning as Matthew French and his family moves from their old home in hopes of starting a new journey. Matthew, a reserved persona with a talent for the arts, copes with the rapid changes of making new friends, finding himself, the struggles of stepping out of his comfort zone, self-acceptance while managing to keep his parents pleased. He met his neighbour, different from anyone he has met before; could she be the key in helping him through these nerve-racking changes? or could he be the help she needs to spread her wings?
Come join these two on their life journey of discovering their true calling, possible romance and their everyday interaction with their school life and more. The story begins!
Welcome to the Ballad of the Mind
Coming Soon!

Something different from the normal poetry, sneak peak on a light novel I am occasionally working on titled Ballad of the Mind, genre: Romance, Music, Slice of Life, these cover the major ones, I hope. Let say it will mirror image of my life up now mixed in it or at least most of it will have experience of my life in it, think of it as an alternate universe to my reality. There is no set deadline yet for when this will be completed and be ready to be released; I am going to wait to I am near to finishing the first write through of the whole book before deciding until then please enjoy the a little sneak peak.

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