Hello and welcome back to the part of my blog where I document my journey as a writer, and write about how much I both love and hate writing. It’s been a bumpy couple of months. There have been many reasons – global pandemic notwithstanding – why I haven’t really felt like blogging, and writing […]
We are all messes of ourselves, and yet somehow the pieces always make a puzzle.
I suppose we are all walking on a path of dust to the mountains.
Counting freckles in the mountains.
I’ll happily drown if you’ll be there too.
I looked up and saw the Milky Way painted across the sky like it wasn’t real and it made me feel like, really, neither was I.
Perhaps I should have known.
Written half in Prague and half in London and wholly from my heart.