The Lullaby Diaries

These walls have feelings she said, as they took in the flavours of the day waiting for miracles to be exposed to the others. I cried once…

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 twenties in our heads. Those young things on that table over there look impossibly young and 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 joy every 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 head. Sometimes a wonderous…