Let’s write letters. Beautiful words, old ink pens and cheap paper.
Let’s text, old school. Limited characters , no emojis and lots of I-love-yous.
Let’s talk on the phone, let’s laugh. Listen to me laugh at my own jokes, tell me about your day. … More Mirrors
There’s a maze in my head.
I run till my knees buckle and my feet stumble.
I wearily look at the horizon and pound the fleshy road, fighting to get ahead. (…) … More When I lose my head I lose my spine
When you go away,
as you will –
I shall send you postcards from the edge. (…) … More Postcards from the edge
Your face changes shape, like
water rippling under a violent, but well-meaning wave.
Your eyes crease, not in a smile, (…) … More Staring at the bottom of your glass