She sits in silence, her eyes closed with a sweet distracted smile on her lips She pretends to blend in with the crowd and fails She wasn’t meant to blend in Instead, she stands out like a glorious statue in the middle of a war-torn slum And is blissfully unaware of the watchful stares At the mention […]Read Post ›
“Realisation cuts like glass.” · He leaned forward and poked her shoulder gently, and watched her eyes focus quickly with a narrowed glare. · “What?!” · “You zoned out. Am I boring you?” · The light gurgle from her left caught her attention. He was pouring more wine and she didn’t want more booze. She wanted […]Read Post ›
Hello, me. If you are reading this and all is successful, then I have died and you are me, in the future, having acquired this letter and are now reading it because you wish to have access to those memories that I, and you, once had. You are, indeed, myself. Hurtled through the ages, this […]Read Post ›
She lies on the floor, folded over like a thrown-away towel. Pieces of her lie scattered all around her. Childhood images shattered and torn: Boyfriends’ and past lovers’ memories strewn all over the dark, damp, musty-smelling floor. She has hit rock bottom, as it is well-known to some, for many possible different reasons. She slowly […]Read Post ›
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