I am petrified of something. It is more than just the dark. Which I am scared of, by the way. At 23. I know. It is something that reminds me of stagnant water, and dirt that can’t, and won’t be cleaned. Something that will make all the time and effort in the world just worthless.… Continue reading Failure
Hi, I am shy. I don’t smile at people. People think I am ‘indifferent’ or ‘moody’. I generally am, though. But when I am not, I don’t smile at anybody anyway. I walk around with a perpetual frown on my face. That is my face when it is resting, and I am thinking about things.… Continue reading What are you like?
Nothing is on my fridge at all. Sometimes you can tell a lot about a person by looking at what is on their fridge. My aunt has a whole side of her massive double fridge dedicated to magnets from around the world and also around the UK. Odd magnets, magnets with funny quotes, magnets that… Continue reading What is on your Fridge?
I remember being loved. Not just caresses and kisses. I remember walks to parks. I remember hands picking me up and swinging me high, stories under a vivid blue sky. I remember sweet encouragement, and fingers smelling faintly of cooking doing up my buttons, pointing out different kinds of plants. I remember excitement after a… Continue reading Memories
Are you? I don’t really look at the sky anymore, and I can’t remember the last time I was on my hands and knees in the grass. I remember the surge of excitement to see a green hill, because it meant rolling down while my mother called out to me about grass stains. I remember… Continue reading I am afraid to grow up.
Whispers in the darkness. The sound of human footfall on pavements shiny with perspiration. Heavy air, and condensation on cars after a city warms down from a wintry blast. The quiet murmer of voices and the gentle tapping of cutlery on ceramic. The spitting of a fire, the crack of twigs in undergrowth. Rustling leaves, the… Continue reading Signs of Life
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