Whetting my appetite on a diet of malnutrition things I am supposed to not eat but eating them anyhow no one will see my diet of mental malnutrition but nevertheless I go ahead and hope for the best making sure no one sees me and I die a death, losing myself, my integrity, did I even regret the impulse that came over my brain in a haze of momentary lack of mindedness set on just one thing and forgetting I said it was mental malnutrition. The death of my soul, now a hole, and no one knows, but I die, alone. I jumped from thing to thing and the desire grew and blew and blew until it flew, and I’m left with the residual hue nothing like I wanted.
Peter Veugelaers played cricket at one stage for reps and first eleven and was very well regarded as a performer, his best bowling figures were taking six wickets for four runs. In 1989, he took up a writing course and asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1990, he made the life changing decision to follow his instincts to do Christian work because of his newfound faith in Christ. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging. He writes poetry, fiction, aims to publish new articles about various things or post them on his blog, pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a blog that will review films again. View all posts by peteswriting