Vigil

The book had been upon your lips for weeks. It was shrouded in your love, your admiration, still unclear to me. In lonely bookshop wanders I thought of you. Of the book, its title and the way your mouth navigated the sounds, soft and hard. It lingered in the corners of our conversations, presented itself … Continue reading Vigil

Age 22

In the midst of Spring, two years ago, aged twenty I wrote the following: I don't know who I am; every aspect of my personality and every action of mine confuses, excites and terrifies me. It is the fear of the unknown, of what I have been and what I will become. But, does it … Continue reading Age 22