I can hear the closing of the day. There's an abundance of memoirs - fallen words inside my coffee cup, unlit, unscented candles, the red postbox at the end of the street, and knots in my hair, golden and burnt each with a story to relay. The windows are closed, one by one, in steady... Continue Reading →
Six Times Over
Maybe it's time for me to stop blogging - this is a thought that came to me many times during this year. Simply because of the fact that it's been 6 years since I started and I'm not sure how far I've come. Although this doesn't come from a sense of worthlessness that dominated 2013... Continue Reading →
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