You can never be lonely (with a worm)
I remember years ago, I went for a walk with an old friend.
We met somewhere beautiful.
But I don’t remember much because I was so consumed by the story I was telling him. I remember the story, of heart ache, loneliness. The usual. I remember I went on and on.
Occasionally he would point … Read more
Where have I been since the summer?
I haven’t written anything or created anything and have only had energy for doing the things which need doing. I’ve felt tired, energy-less and not very hopeful about anything, which is unusual for me.