Why do I write? I write because I want to leave a mark on people. I want to make them feel like I feel, make them see like I see. I write because there is no right or wrong. What would I be without writing my story on paper? Someone with their thought and emotions bottled up so tightly that they could burst without warning? I write to unclutter my mind. I write to put my mind on paper. I write to release my emotions like ink bleeding through the paper. I write so my mind can be free.
Saturday, 31 January 2015
Just words
Friday, 16 January 2015
"Don't leave"
Thursday, 15 January 2015
My Candy Heart
The day I heard the news I slumped to my knees. The suitcases were already patched and they were saying their final good byes.
Then they're were gone.
Walking through the park is the hardest. Tears leak when I recall memories we made. The twin swing set we always played on? I couldn't bear to see it. Our favourite sweets shop? Dead in my eyes.
I remember us swinging together in sync at dusk. The sky was bright red with splashes of orange and a setting sun. The wind blowing through our hair as we threw our heads back laughing.
I remember when you grabbed my hand for the first time. Your face a bright red and your palm a little sweaty but our fingers fit perfectly linked together.
Our first kiss was on our special swing set when you suddenly toppled on top of me and we collided. My heart was already long taken by him and when I think about it... He still has it.
It seems like yesterday when we swore we would always be together.... But he's gone. And just like that my heart shattered like the candy heart beneath my shoe...
Our sweet love...
