Dying on the road, long distance memories

I remember travelling at a young age, it seemed magnificent to move at such a great speed to take us to wherever we were going. When we would be in the car for eight hours it never seemed bland, the thought of where’d i’d later be, and the thought of where I was right now was always a great passage of time. One fond memory was the car sickness. I grew up to be a fairly tall person, not huge, but tall enough, one of the many things that would come from this was my appetite, I remember just as I began growing properly I ate more than I had ever before. As I mentioned earlier car sickness would come with these travels, one particular moment was when just as I had finished eight banana’s, two oranges, and a tuna sandwich picked up at a gas station. I felt the urge to see my past meal, and in opening the car window, the side of my car would see it too. Our car looked good in that shade of orange-yellow. Car journeys weren’t forgettable.

In every car journey the sleeping aspect was always something worth mentioning before me and my family would leave the house with pillows, blankets, and whatever looked soft enough to shut me up for the next few hours. Although the soft yet firm feeling of the pillow would tempt my slumber, it seemed to be my own shoulder that would act as my guide into dreaming. It was a rare moment that I wouldn’t fall asleep in the car when I was young, after all, is there anything more entertaining than ones own dreams? Dreaming doesn’t come naturally to everybody, but when one does dream and remembers it, you must talk about it, unless it’s one that you detest for the sake of your own self-respect. But as I would fall asleep in the car I would always wonder how my parents would stay awake for as long as they did,

Looking out of the window was a forgettable experience that will always be remembered. As the car races past fields and rivers, I rarely would want to stop by and see them properly, yet I would always watch whatever we pass. Maybe it was the sheer boredom, maybe it was the fact that seeing a cow was interesting (growing up in a town after all).  But when the windows would come open I remember putting my head out the window and feeling the hard brisk air bounce itself off of my head, I could be anything I wanted to when my head was out of that window, although I wouldn’t be whoever I was for long due to the protest of my parents to put my head back in. When I said earlier that I often fell asleep often; one memory from my teens is that I was wearing sunglass and fell asleep, just as my mother and I pulled up next to a group of girls, I remember one putting her hand on my cheek in an attempt to take my sunglasses, it made my mother laugh watching her take them, she failed in taking them and I woke screaming then laughing at the look of the girl as she quickly retreated her hand.  Car journeys are an adventure in themselves, the memories couldn’t be forgotten even if we wanted to forget them.


Yours sincerely,

D.J Caller

As Lonesome Could Be

Write the play
Commence the curtains
Take your roses 
You're finished

Steal the light
Dance the night
Break out in moonlight
are you done?

Wonder the woods
Fumble folklore
Don't let it end

Waste your time 
Make her mine
Act the crime
You're finished 


By D.J Caller

As Lonesome Could Be

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Regretful days, straight moments

Breaking off into your own chain of mistakes is a dread that comes at its own cost, when the night strikes after you’ve done everything, sometimes all you can do is wait it out. We make mistakes for the reason of trying, whatever it is that you were trying to do, you tried. If the event went sour and the clean mistake that happened broke everything, then the only thing left to do is go to the next day, we don’t know what the next day will be, but you know it’s there, and you can repeat yourself but this time succeed. I’m not writing this as a motivational speech, i’m writing this because mistakes get made, and to treat them as if they didn’t happen would be a shame.

If I were to ask you how many regrets you have, maybe you’d say you have none; that’s never true. The passion of repetition takes you for a reason, you can look it however you want, but if it’s not right the first time, you’d probably hope that it wasn’t like that. But many regrets are coincidental, when you can’t control what happens it sometimes makes things better. After all, if you have an understanding boss, that file you were supposed to mail last week, the one that got lost, can just make you more time. You might regret that you hadn’t sent it earlier, but all you can say to yourself is ‘Phew, it’s not my fault this time’.

Childhood is full of regrets, it’s the point of your life in which you can look back and laugh at the mistakes and errors of your first few chapters. The first few regrets that you create are the most simplistic and innocent ones, remember wearing that t shirt that says ‘Frankie says relax’? So do I, with childhood comes the moments that everything seems in line. And to make a mistake feels as if the entire world has broken over your shoulders. As we all get older we all realise what’s important and what’s not, the clock gave us the best perspective, it also some the worst judgement. When it comes to making regrets throughout adolescence, many will think of how they were rejected by that person that made them see everything else without them,others will think of how they weren’t nice enough to the kids that liked something else. But with every regret that is made, so is a new outlook, good or bad, it’s still another way to think.


Yours sincerely

D.J Caller

Daily drawbacks as a mundane mishap

Day by day in everything you do a task will have an issue, tricky or not. Just the sheer effort of attempting to figure out the problem can be enough to send you out of your way to quit what it is that you are doing. I find myself in this position often, and as I can imagine, you can too, unless you do a different things everyday the mundane bleak task of having to fix a different problem is a true issue amongst the daily worker.

One drawback I caught myself in today was having to try and manage my time, and still have a part of the evening where I could take a shower. My day was contained with the everyday issues of having to run around in attempt to fix past issues that I will admit was my own wrongdoing. But throughout every task a different boring issue tried to stop me in my tracks. But in dealing with this I ask why do they make everything so much worse? After all, they are just part of the task anyway, but the daily drawbacks seem to make me want to throw myself out of a 50ft window. And although as i’m writing this I can say i still haven’t taken a shower (the night will wear on..). This just shows how the little parts of a day can stop your main ambition.

Everyone will always say that the little things are what counts, well it seems to be true in terms of things that make your day worse. When any little inconsistency will make you feel like Hell, everything will seem worse. But as the days go on coming to terms with these problems seem to be mandatory.  I couldn’t tell you I enjoy them, but for me and others sometimes not dealing with anything can become almost unusual, without the stress it’s like everything isn’t real. The emotions and thoughts that arrive in your head will flood you until eventually everything is finished, and the only thing left to do is return to the bedroom where you’ll wait another eight hours until the next chore.

Daily issues come and go, without them things would be easier, with them things are just normal.

Yours sincerely


D.J Caller


Morning Freeze

Morning Freeze

The cold and the 
Redeem the night to
As the frost dies gently melting
As it lay

Pacing the ground
The snap of the 
The rest comes quick as the sun
Closes in
The clouds erupt purely 
If the cold would die like

Solemn leaves twitch
To the rains endless 
Droplets become dense
The trees stand in an 
Eternal wait 
Waiting to commence

Stand in the shade 
Though the heat plays 
No role
Let the alarm take the
Out of your soul

By D.J Caller 

Morning Freeze


Every day we remember things, good or bad, we remember them in a way that only you will see.Remembering something differently has always been a struggle, I remember meeting my friends and looking back at past moments, the only issue is we all saw them from a different view, although certain that I was correct, I could never bet my life on it, given that everyone else who remembers it was there.

Bad memories that involve you being the bad guy give the type of pain that you would feel only when your mother is disappointed, the sensation of the mistake that hurt either yourself and others is something we can all recollect to. Although you could say that with these memories comes to blessing of not making the same mistake twice, i’ve always found myself too invested in my own issue not to think about this, selfish as that may be. Bad memories will always be around in life, some make peoples relationships stronger, some cause a day wasted, some result in an everlasting life decision that you will never regret (still on waiting for that one to come around).

Every day a memory is made, one recent memory I  hope to never recall (after this at least) is how I managed to simultaneously walk into a vacuum cleaner, whilst holding coffee, shirtless. Although I would love to talk about my mistake, I say this because it shows just how everything you do is recorded, wether you like it or not, I particularly would like to forget my previous mentions, although the red mark reaching across my back seems to say otherwise.Although in mentioning this it does make me think, what stops a person from doing something in order to not create a  bad memory? One example that springs to mind is my everlasting fear of asking a girl out. This has always been a fear because the sheer memory of her rejecting me would be enough to send my ambitions through the earth, and to the fiery pit that is my love life.

But to continue complaining about my own issues would be a tragedy, throughout time memories will continue to be created. Recorded by some and forgotten by others. History will always tell us the past as if the person telling you it was there. Reading a book can tell you more from somebodies past, as each page you turn gives you a further insight on to their style and if they wrote about it, their own life. Looking into someone else’s memories I always found was more interesting, i’m sure many will agree, after all if you are reading this then you are essentially playing to what I said. This is possibly because of the human interest in learning, something we all have, but something not everyone uses.

Memories will always have a role in time, as without them nothing can ever be gained. To some they’re the reason to continue working, to others they’re the reason to stop in motion.


Yours sincerely

D.J Caller.



Competition to many is the line between being good and being a champion, to others it’s the passion and sportsmanship that drives them to finish, or better yet win. It’s from the passion, or view of the fine line, that leads to the view that creeps over your passion, superiority. Superiority has lead many people to gain what they want, by losing what they love, it’s the difference that puts you between being ‘above’ everyone, and ‘with everyone else’.

Throughout my life i’ve met many people that wanted to, or felt, that they have gained the upper hand in life over me, leading them to try and order me around. Some of these people I can say I was happy to follow, others I felt patronised and as if they were just insults on my conscience. Although this was never to say I felt above them myself, but to have somebody that felt above me to the extent that they could treat me like there protege, was never a ‘smart move’. I particularly remember one person actually correcting me on spelling, and scoffing at my grammar, as someone that enjoys writing as much as I do, I quickly looked at my written word, only to realised I had used the correct version of ‘stationary’, as the car was not in fact moving.

Although, many people will find themselves superior, in an attempt to help people, to these people I could never find myself angry with. Although annoyed, if they were truly trying to offer their time to me, how could I be angry? But some will do it for the sake of feeling better about themselves, after all, to many helping someone is better than not helping, no matter the cost of your opinion of them. Again being angry with these people will only make you worse, as you’re rejecting somebodies good nature, nobody wants to be that person;

From writing this, I do beg the question how do people feel are superior? Many deem themselves this way because they are generally smarter that others when compared academically. Others because of their physical strength, after all, being able to do forty five pushups does make you an automatic leader. To be truthful, I was saw superiority as something that only ever played a role in whatever field that the task was in, unless you are truly the greatest of all time in your work, there will always be someone that can guide you a step further with what you are doing. But this will never mean that the person guiding you is better at everything you do, maybe a few things, but never everything. And when I do come across the people that truly believe they are better at everything, it’s more enjoyable as I realise that they must think this way to make themselves look above someone that never said they were better in the first place, the only fool is the ‘genius’.

It’s at times like this I come to realise that sometimes being patronising can also mean that you are being small minded. The best don’t come in two’s for a reason.

Yours sincerely,

D.J Caller