“Gold Linings”

Tube strikes didn’t care at all that day. Sprinting from Piccadilly to Gower Street, you’re in the interview of your life all sweaty gotta pee what is oxygen, with the residential nerves all dragged out from the run. Get home, get the sniffles from the February showers, oversleep the alarm again, back to water diet,Continue reading ““Gold Linings””

“Home”

Without the happy ever afters, the promises and the pressures to hit home run, let’s find out more about this world, yourself after winter; once frozen, now flowing freer than ever. You’re now more than a shadow of your former self, a rusty metal man lacking for a heart, a dancer with new pointe shoes,Continue reading ““Home””