routine

When I flip the little switch in the shower to make the water run through the top bit rather than the bottom I always brace myself.  I always prepare for the worst.  As though the cold water hitting my chest is going to destroy me.  As though the cold water is going to make me […]

Passionate epitaphs have always been my thing.  I forget about the moments leading up to the death, forgetting the troubles, the sins, the anger, the mistrust, all of it. A symphony of words release themselves from my vocal cords, heart felt, but misguided; confused, but still true.  I’m finding myself in a place where I […]