Old Teapots and Poisoned Wells
I don’t believe that hearts break like porcelain. Our minds are organic like the rest of us, and capable of healing. As are relationships. That’s why I’m not afraid of stitches and hiccups, whether they…
On Loneliness
Sometimes I get lonely. Usually when I am alone, but not always. It’s always strange, though, because I know I don’t have to be. That emptiness, a colourless feeling that permeates me and clogs every…
Where Were You
Some things that happen become permanently etched into the storylines of our lives, such that all of us can easily remember where we were on certain days, how we felt and what we thought at…
Fish Tank Dreams
The dreams I tend to remember are usually borderline nightmares, and for the most part these are very easily identifiable and categorisable, although their themes have changed since I was a child.
Real Beauty
Tonight, I go to a choir rehearsal. It has been a few weeks, possibly partly because of a certain ash cloud delaying the choirmaster’s return from, well, somewhere. I haven’t been practising, because I’m a…
