Storyteller & Traveller
We all knew he liked her.We probably knew before hedid himself.We saw it in his eyes,the way he looked at her,the way he spoke of her.It was obvious.Age didn’t matter – there was a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke of their future.Children that we were,we laughed and teased.But in the inside we were... Continue Reading →
She was like life itself. Wild and free. Beautiful and dark. Wonderfully chaotic. An organised mess.
A list grew in her head, Things she did wrong, People she'd lost, Names she'd been called, Mistakes she'd made. These things started to sink in, And slowly she became them. This is She.
