here we sit, all of us behind walls, banging, screaming, cryingfor the first time awarefor the first time claustrophobicthe masks that we once wore with easenow rob us of our breath. We stare at the wallwe move from chair to chairwe stare at our screensand we act as thoughthis is something new. for a decadeContinue reading “The covid truth”
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who knew it was a prayer?
From the old journals I want to be needed, wanted, protected I want to feel passion. I want to love with my whole heart. I want to know without doubt that there is someone out there who things I am the sunshine to all his rainy days. I want to be held in safe armsContinue reading “who knew it was a prayer?”
treasures under the bed…
Last night I cleaned out under my bed… (without my Mum telling me to do it) and I found a few interesting things. Turns out that a whole bunch of purses were there, purses that I had thought were lost and gone forever in the move had actually been hiding under my bed in ‘storage’Continue reading “treasures under the bed…”
