Late in the day, in the silence of an afternoon, the sun's full and may go to bed soon. I can't eat anymore rice it gives me dreams. I know I say I don't prefer lunch but you know that I secretly crave a pickle and something tender, to soothe these fickle eyes, persuade them… Continue reading In the silence of the afternoon
Do you ever lie in wait at the corner of your bed hoping to wake before the morning alarm before day break but you just can't rest? Entombed the night before with a heavy head and the sombre embrace of the unseen lead that sits on your shoulder blades like a paper weight holding you… Continue reading Do you ever?