capturing
nostalgic pathwaysfor days only beige and brownautumn reminds me Continue reading capturing
Month: October 2020
a few lines written today whilst remembering his grey
you come to things walking paths you used to know looking aroundI foundno secrets in the shadowsso far, far awaynow you come to thingsrenewedin your mindlurking behindtheir eyesthat can not hidelooking back at youa face you remembernow different, somehowreflectivelost in yesterday’s fearsthat once upon a time place so, you come to thingsways of looking at myselfanewfrom deep insidewhere the monsters used to hideand stare them … Continue reading a few lines written today whilst remembering his grey
The And
He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long. Continue reading The And
The Man Who Divides, Love And Shame, Horror And Blame, Father And Daughter, Be Gone
No, my father is no precious heirloom, that man. But, I do love him, he is my dad, and one day this will all be over, behind us, and we can talk of other things, again, without this elephant in the room. Continue reading The Man Who Divides, Love And Shame, Horror And Blame, Father And Daughter, Be Gone
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