It was at a Gloria Jean's. We had a blueberry cheesecake and iced mocha to share -- not that these details were important. There were other important things, like the imminent sob-fest I was entering. "T", I began. "I really think I'm going to fail." The last word came out in a ragged breath, leaving my lips [...]
He breaks into half, splintering across the silence when his son speaks again. | an original
Home I went. I paid the bill.
- a poem: we toe the lines, between greyscale latitude and the silky length of colour, stained by curry -
THERE IS THIS GOLDEN SUNSHINE There is this golden sunshine. The light that slowly filters in and pours into your room and fills it with a magical, fairy-like light, that makes you cringe in bed and toss-and-turn under a navy duvet until your limbs find it within themselves to wake up and face the cold [...]