I learned early how to walk on water, to tread softly on unstable minds.
Drowning was never a worry in stormy times. My talents bought me new
layers of skin and enough excuses to ward off any rightful blame. I grew
up in a house with a dead garden, I never
learned to walk on grass.
Thursday, 26 October 2017
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
Moleskine pages- Before The War
From the softness of his head came soft thoughts of milk and honey. She fed him on pieces of her self when the darkness overtook them. She dreamed of loving him more but didn't care enough.
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