This site is a place for me to share a few pieces of writing. Some will be short stories, others brief pieces expressing what's on my mind, or talking about the latest rabbit hole I have gone down. Who knows, I might even write some poems.
The written pieces will be paired with some pictures of my art. I have been doodling for a little while and felt this would be a nice way to share my work and inspire some more regular writing!
- Teddy
My mind is full of thought worms. Hundreds of wriggly worms munching on brain dirt and warbling half-baked ideas at me in endless waves of noise. There are too many, I can’t possibly listen to them all. Sometimes I manage to get the worms to line up, orderly, single file, so I can consider each of them one at a time. But worms don’t like to line up and before long they are all twisting and turning around each other until they become one big wriggly mash of ideas again.
Sometimes I worry I will never understand them all. That my mind will be full of half-thoughts forever. How am I to know what I think if all I have to work with is a chorus of worms, each out of time and off key with its neighbour? A cacophony so loud and active I can’t tell one worm from the other? Sometimes this worry feels so great I begin to wonder who I even am if I can’t hold my mind still enough to see my reflection. If I can barely parse my own thoughts, how can I understand what it means to be me?
Often it helps to just not even try. To let the worms abandon the line I've forced them into so they may go back to tumbling and flowing in one big mess. To allow their chorus to wash over me, without trying to control it. Sometimes, though not always, when I do this, if I squint my eyes, tilt my head and listen, I begin to sense some sort of bigger abstract picture of who I am - a wormy cluster of thoughts and fears, ideas and memories, all tumbling invariably forward through time.
Perhaps that’s who I am: One big worm-ball of experiences and feelings, not absolute but ever-changing.
25/05/2025