I’ve been keeping journals since I was about eleven years old. I would make them my self, back in the days of good old conventional pen … Continue reading The Daily Flannel – The Journalist.
Interspersed between waves of nauseating irritation I feel undulations of love passing my way like a gentle breeze blowing warmth over my cold, stubborn heart. And I’m touched by sorrow and happiness all at once. Such a fine line; I’m … Continue reading The Sea and Me