Do not be careless. Frailty, propped up by hope, and that wish for some fairy tale ending, suggests that one handle with care and if you cannot do this, for this person, for you, then let them go. I fear, though, it may be too late…
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 […]
Word-Experimentalist
Stress Less and Live Free
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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
mkhana in transit 