I always have my nose in a book, I love writing, drawing, reading, anything creative! Ideas constantly crowd my head and so I have to get them down onto paper somehow before they fly off again...
I turn a corner down the path of my grandparent’s cottage. The door of the garden shed creaks slightly, swaying on its tired rusty hinge, the subtle breeze nudging the wooden frame. It is empty inside, but filled with a … Continue reading
The white blank face Stares at me from below, With blue horizontal lines Etched like wrinkles that cut They wait to bare my burden of words For I am scrawling poetry The face creases with laughter As I scrunch it … Continue reading
I picked up The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, by Jean-Dominique Bauby, a second hand book that was on my reading list for uni. In the crevices where a few of the pages met, I noticed some grains of sand. … Continue reading