Maybe you will today.
Back to a time
when there was no sense of time.
When all that mattered was that your hand
Did I make the cut for the frame on the wall ?
There is no place like home.
She ran so he walked.
My goodnight story, the sound of someone trying to sound as though they are not crying.
that you left. I wish that you had’nt.
Letâ€™s start again.
It will be better this time.
Looking at the power of loss and how even when we are free from ti, it can sometimes almost follow and trap us from time to time.