Mount Moments 04…

04.03.18 The breeze whispers memories around her in nostalgic tongues. Her body synchronises itself with the feeling of them even though who she is now is a foreigner to their meanings. The ends of summers, rolling through tall grass, staining a too pretty sundress. Daisy chains twisted into a crown, queen of fragile innocence. That …

Lacuna…

This is me stuck...again. Giving up on a thing because it isn't at all how I wish to be perceived. I crave skill, experience and insight that I don't allow myself to prosper in. My anxiety holds me back, I'm embarrassed to ask for opportunities and ashamed of what little I have to offer anyways. …

Hobbiton…

“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging.." “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it …