You spend time, years, months and days pining for it, hoping for it. Hopelessly. When you last thought you had it in hand, and it slipped away, tearing out a hole in you as it fled into the clear, crisp light of day. Away. You dreamed about it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and on every […]
You stare past me, do you see the splash of color that is my heart bleeding into my soul, crying for you? Or are you so blind, choosing not to see my pain splattered in brilliant orange all over my face, thickening my voice over the phone, turning my speech into a sickening, fluorescent fuschia […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 