waiting.

i'm waiting.

i'm waiting for mr right. or someone who could be.

i'm waiting to hear about a job.

i'm waiting for an email. i'm waiting for a friend to call.

i'm waiting for my time.

i'm waiting for mum to finish checking her emails, so we can go to the pool.

i'm waiting for my sister to brush her hair so we can go out.

i'm waiting for pictures of my graphic novel sample.

i'm waiting for my brother to pick an outfit so we can go out to a fancy dress birthday party.

i'm waiting for the other kayakers to catch up.

i'm waiting to catch my breath.

i'm waiting for a smile.

i'm waiting.

i'm tired of waiting.

and then i see him.

a begger nothing to wait for.
no where to go.
no where to be.
and he smiles,
a beautiful smile,
his eyes sparkle,
shine,
glimmer
twinkle
and i feel calm.

a calm of life.
i have no money for him.
i nod and smile say good morning.
those two words
simple common politeness,
cause his smile to grow.
his eyes to shine even more.

and i forget about waiting.
i just walk.
thinking about the blue eyed begger.

hullo

a friend of mine said i should set up a blog.

so i have.


i can't spell and often my mind works on a tangent so i apologise if nothing i write make scence.


i guess an introduction is called for.


i'm tom. hello! *waves*

i was born in santiago chile but was adopted at 3 weeks old by myfamily who are brits.

i'm dyslexic and dyspraxic. which means i cant write or read, and have apwaling co ordination.

so i guess it is odd that i like writeing, love reading. and the one sport i've ever done and the one sport i'm good at requires masive co-ordination and balence.

i'm the youngest of three i'm gay, i like comics, i like nature.

none of these matter though. cause i am me. its all part of me i am not part of it.




i'm a qualified horticultureist, and have worked in a botanic garden inthe arbouretum (the treeees)

i can name the araucaria araoucana but cant remember what the latin name for daisy is.

i know losts of stuff. but not alot of its useful.


i kayak 3 times a week with my local club. i've been told i have potential to do well.
i am feircely loyal to my family and friends as they have seen me through some pretty rough and dark times. nothing i do can suprise them. when i came out to my brother his reaction was
"oh ok. can i borrow that hoodie?"

i like takeing pictures and hope to try and forge a carreeerererr out of it (told you my spelling was bad) also i have recently been asked to write a sample for a comic of my creation by an artist friend who illistrates manga.
so we'll see how that goes.

this is gonna be my rants and raves and rambleing space. just thought i'd warn you.

toodle pippins.