Some days the pink hue of my cheeks makes me want to tear my skin from my face, screaming. . Others, it’s a glowing reminder that I am alive. . Some days the wild wave of my hair makes me wish I could be anybody, anybody else. . Others, I shake it free and let … Continue reading I Am Enough.
Trapped inside, controlled morally postponed. I wait. Not going out, The fear creating doubt, I resist, it grows. I wait. Letting go of it all trusting in the uncomfortable fall, to freedom. I wait. Open your mind, your heart and your soul, watch, exposed as life can now unfold. Now, able … Continue reading Casual Terror.
A poetic expression of insomnia; the time spent over analysing the self, and, without warning, falling deep into a night terror.