this is where I am at.

I haven't written anything in a while purely because I haven't had the energy to. Before the words used to spill out. My fingers frantically trying to keep up with the word vomit issuing from my head. I would write down exactly what I was thinking with little curation to the structure or line of [...]

Who am I?

a young white girl, who has seen little and knows little old, naive conflicted, swirling I feel young, because at the age of twenty-one I should surely feel young. If fate decides to deal me a bountiful hand I should expect to see many long years stretching out before me. I am still studying, learning, [...]

So this is it!

I can't quite believe this is happening. My room is packed up into about a thousand bags and boxes (who knew that I had that much stuff), I've said goodbye to my housemates of three years and finally hoovered under my bed. It's farewell to 136A Chapeltown Road and hello to Denmark, oh and Headingley [...]

Metaphors to hide the Truth

I used to hang my thick skin up in the closet. Letting things wash through me rather than expelling them. But after many salty rivers running down my cheeks, I have crawled into the wardrobe and hunkered down in the rough hide.  A hide to hide in. Shelter.  I wear my shield proudly. Threats will [...]