Paying the Price

We light the world so vividly to see in the creeping dark. We light our smiles as we pass one another in the park. We hide our tears, to hide our pain. What do we think this helps others gain? Does it make them feel better, our sacrifice? Or are we only being fake and paying the price?

A writer huh?

In what moment do you know you’re a writer? That secret whisper that’s been talking to you for years - but the voice turns on you - you cannot be. You cannot be that. A writer you say? You’re a stupid shit. A writer you are not Something in you though says f youYes I … Continue reading A writer huh?

Paying the Price

We light the world so vividly to see in the creeping dark. We light our smiles as we pass one another in the park. We hide our tears, to hide our pain. What do we think this helps others gain? Does it make them feel better, our sacrifice? Or are we only being fake and … Continue reading Paying the Price