Monday 10 October 2016

Frames

The roof has been blown off and the blue sky is blinding. Freedom can be terrifying for those who have never been able to comprehend it, or contemplated it. I finally get my breath back and turn my face toward the sun. Was it actually just me holding myself prisoner all this time?




Thursday 6 October 2016

Paper Wasps

It pays to remember that nothing in this life is permanent. Not even sorrow.