December 2011
10 posts
I’m one of these people; you know, one of these fucking people. I walk around every day in fear. With worries. I’ll get something, for instance, a shiny red apple, straight off the cart from some organic on organic on organic farmer’s market trolley and I can’t quite bring myself to bite it. Instead, I’ll make up a series of useless anxieties and not let go of them,...
November 2011
15 posts
When I was a little girl, I dreamed that I’d meet a boy and we’d build a giant fort that took up the whole bedroom. We’d make it out of multi-coloured sheets and fill it with pillows, then we’d crawl inside. Once inside, we’d kiss on the lips and eat fairy bread, then we’d write down all our wishes on pieces of paper, fold them into boats, and float them in...
When I was a child I used to crawl into the wardrobe and shut the doors behind me. In the darkness, I would close my eyes and fumble around for the back wall of the wardrobe. When I found it, I would splay my fingers just so and press my palms flat over the cool surface. Then, squeezing my eyes tightly I would push with all my might against the solid wood. At the same time, I would believe as hard...
Cliched thoughts I have when I am on a bus, whipping past magical, beautiful scenery:
Nature is vast and powerful
The world is wide
This is God’s country
Patience is a virtue
I want to be a better person
Everything will be OK
Anything is possible
All you need is love
The way they were…
