This for Windy, a friend until I turned 9.
Where did our childish imaginary world go? If we return, will it still be there?
We are simply canaries caged in the society’s superimposed standard.
It’s been nine years babe and that should be enough. Thank you and I’m sorry. We are changing apart. You will never see this, I know, but this is for you.
There is only one battle we are certain to lose – a battle against death.
She stood tall and proud, an heiress of uncounted richesBred to perfection, overly confident and well kept.She walks like the queen that she isAs if everything bows…… Read more “Star and Dust”
He used to come home And provide me with security, Bringing things that I love, Chocolates and nuts covered in honey, Or a pleasant surprise or two…… Read more “Postpartum”