Monday
That day I wake to the annoying sound of the alarm ringing in my ear.
Cursing you as I do.
I drag myself out from the warmth of the bed.
Coldness clings to the walls; its arms reach out to sting the naked skin.
I drag myself to the bathroom.
I run my hand across the jagged radiator.
Shoulders deepen as the sharp, cold metal adds to the bitterness of ...
Wednesday 12th September 2018 12:07 pm
Love Is All
Love is light within the shadows of darkness and pain.
Love is fire, our burning desire.
Love is air, life itself.
Love is earth, the journey of hope.
Love is water, the carrier of dreams.
Love is cruel, shattering hearts.
Love is all.
Wednesday 12th September 2018 12:06 pm
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