an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
When the words just don't come And the blank page stares Ideas frivolous And void of purpose What motivates me now? A promise I made on February 22nd To write every Thursday Without fail So far... Fourteen weeks of success Fourteen weeks with something to say Fourteen weeks is all it took To run my... Continue Reading →
Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
A sudden shift in comfort, Clothes bland and formal, Mannerisms safe, a well-oiled routine, Humour caged, fed scraps of the day. I’m told I’m now a ‘grown up’, Man, does it suck. Been preparing for this quite some time, Been told it equates to success. Been running around foolish-like for quite some time,... Continue Reading →
headstrong for so long the plan was a given, even executioners can attest to the odd hesitation, reckons herself a James Bond of sorts, but fiction she is not. Curious George away from the book, heard a sound that would entice, a mind so fancy free, no thoughts of vice. drops of deep sugar bohemian,... Continue Reading →
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