Let me set the scene for you,
Every beautiful story should start with music.

It's October in the beautiful land we call Scotland, I have a playlist on with old school nineties UK HipHop with artists from roots manuva, Chester P, task force and jhest.
Today I am Carla again.
I am in Scotlands famous capital city,
With its medieval and Georgian roots, Edinburgh has some of the best views,architecture and history. Of course it wouldn't be Scotland if in October there wasn't constant wet, grey and cold weather!
I'm homeless again! I seem to be good at this thing my mum calls "Free Spirit", I have a roof over my head not my own but thanks to my adult little brother I have somewhere Warm, dry and comftable.
This house is a traditional tenement building full of tall ceilings with fancy cornicing around the central lights and very large windows.
Open planned living room, diner and kitchen all new style cheaply made plastic cupboards in a basic grey, thanks scotland council, a for effort.
The bathroom is a very cramped made only for one person, overly large shower with a very awkward tiny sink with a odd four tiny blue square windows onlooking straight in to the only bedroom in this house.
The storage in the bedroom scares me well one cupboard high up on the wall above the bed a scary crawl space enough space for a creepy stalker guy to live sleep and eat in, you know the kind in America where family's notice stuff around the house go missing and after a while find a random person has been living in the tiny space you didn't even realise was there.
Well this place here is home for now and I think maybe I have had a break through again we are carla again this only really happens when I finally allow the voices and personalities take charge and just go with the flow, legally unmedicated, Self medicating with the one poison in the world that is oh so good for you but also can just be a cycle we call the never ending laze, where all is...