She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon. Infinities of thorns encircling her frame. Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence. She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen. Forever hidden. For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves. To be stripped of…… Continue reading The girl with technicolor pelt.
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Things aren’t always as they seem
Picture perfect. Serene. I’m living the dream. So it seems. A backdrop of coastline. A reel of fine things. Nobody care delve further behind the scenes. A catalogue of errors. A host of intense pain. A grief so immense. Trauma upon trauma. Not one man could make sense. A world far removed. A mind stretched…… Continue reading Things aren’t always as they seem
Me, Myself and Who am I? 