Lift.The wind has begun to mend. The breeze has turned to a gust. The space in which the air flows, has finally begun to fill.Mar 4, 2019Mar 4, 2019
Dear future self.I’ve been told to write a letter, a letter to you, to myself. To be honest, you’re in a shitter, it can’t just be hidden on a shelf.Feb 13, 20191Feb 13, 20191
What I want to do.Do what you want. That’s what you said. Yet, what I want, you’ve put to bed.Jan 31, 2019Jan 31, 2019
Quick Quick, the needle, thread it and pass it over here.What colour? Such things do not matter, I’m bursting at the seam, trying not to shatter.Jan 31, 2019Jan 31, 2019
Undertake.I was scared, but you committed. Couldn’t start, but you pushed to begin. At my touch, your heart flitted. What we had, was a win.Jan 23, 2019Jan 23, 2019
