Moleskine Pages- We Lived Inside Our Heads

'Our wings were clipped, we all lived inside our heads.'

Moleskine pages - A Lifetime Of Labour Pains

" His eyes told me nothing in seven languages. The nape of my neck prickled in exquisite revulsion. His touch made my toes curl with involuntary spasms, he misread my responses in spectacular fashion. My good manners ended with a son, he had has his father's nose.
I had a lifetime of labour pains."

Lewd Attention - Moleskine Art

We Tried To Be Kind - Moleskine Art

I woke up in the early hours to what appeared to be an angel sans wings, he/she/it was quite tearful begging for the return of he/she/it's wings. The duvet is stitched to the lady's breasts to protect her modesty. I'm still working on unravelling the rest, but I am open to outside interpretations.