These walls have feelingsshe said, as they took in theflavours of the daywaiting for miracles tobe exposed to the others.I…
The Lost Hours
Falling. Day by day, faster than you imagined. Running out of time.Boyhood’s last chapter only pages away. Faster than the wind can carry…
We are still in our twentiesin our heads.Those young thingson that table over therelook impossibly youngand glamorous.
It’s looking a little shinier now as the days of my dark years slowly dissolve into ashes bit by bit.
When he looks at you with utter joyevery time you walk through the door.
We sat under the same tree where I usually go to be alone with my thoughts. Me, my thoughts and I; party in my…