Me when I’ve been elsewhere

The first holiday I can remember was to a tiny beach town called Robe in South Australia. I think I must have been around eight years old – Mum and Dad had booked this holiday house for a week or so and piled my sister and I into the car jammed between folded bedsheets and [...]

Liberty.

Let your mind go and (maybe) your body will follow.
Lose yourself in your head, in your heart. (in your dreams).
Stop thinking enough to let new thoughts come.
And maybe, when you pick up a pen, your hand will know what to write, your legs will know where to walk, and your arms will know who to [...]

Sentences uttered while I was in the room

Someone once told me they saw longing in my eyes.
They told me they saw a little pain in my eyes, too. They thought it was related to my father. I wondered if they were just guessing.
My father once told me I had an old soul. He said he had a young one. Or maybe he [...]

A picture I can’t see clearly

Sometimes when I think of my future, I see a picture.
It’s a picture of a house, but not really a whole house, more the sense of a house. Like when I’m walking down a street at night, I can’t help but look inside the houses as I’m passing. Outside it’s dark, cool, moonlit; but inside [...]