Writer. Tea drinker. Traveller. Dreamer. Cook.
A Haiku
protect innocenceand all that lives upon earthour beautiful earth
The warmth of smooth stonesHeld close to my hardened heartSoftening the scars
sweet sunlight ripplessoft curtains blooming, liftedby silver breezes
a white feather floatson a summer breeze, silenta child sleeps alone
When we think of addiction we automatically relate it to a substance or a behaviour. But can we be…
