And The Sun Rises

When I step out of the house, it's almost dark. The world around me is still waking up to another day of the week. While I'm struggling out of bed, I always say to myself that I shall sleep in the bus. A few trodden minutes later, when I push myself out of the house... Continue Reading →

The Songstress

To drift each night with loneliness Embark on a journey of solitude and walk¬†into¬†live dreams of times I rued. Oh! What a delicate life and such distress! Yet I wake each morn; a petit songstress to flutter and sing songs in multitude. Each day a varied perch and altitude, and a will to put myself... Continue Reading →

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