lovely girl, my beautiful little lovely girl my talented, my special bud. you who flowered from my womb one fateful day of July. my sunflower child that brightened the sickly wet season. these were words my mother never said to me, there was no special, there was no beautiful, there were no flowers, instead, a … More Tough Love.
So, I guess its true. I’m never going to live to experience or perceive all the amazing-ness and the beautiful magical creations in this world. Maybe I’ll live to be 74 years old and yet surely I will have missed something grand. There’s too much content here, too many people and too many ideas, wonderful … More Creation and failure.
You find yourself sitting under that cold-vent again, wrapped in your paper thin school blazer. You look over your shoulder and catch her mid-laughter, hers is the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, it reaches up to her eyes which crinkle at the corners, filling the static air with a pleasant giggle… … More She.