The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I'd be grumpy. I'd see your head with your glasses perched on the end of your nose, your mind far away between the comfortable pages of your book. I'd … Continue reading A Memory I Wish I Had
"Bless you Beloved, for I know what you mean. It’s like you have had a puncture and had to pull into a single car pull in parking area on a motorway. No one can really join you and so you are isolated from the crowd, car at a stand still, you can no longer relate … Continue reading As Told By Over Soil, in response to Anonymous #2
I feel as though I am slowly sinking into thick black tar. My clothes feel like lead, pulling me under even more, weighing heavy against my lungs making it difficult to breathe. I don’t have the strength to put out my arm and reach for help. I feel completely overcome with grief for my mum. I feel debilitated.