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Ever since I could remember, I’ve been attempting to grow up. Understanding the ins and outs, it’s the circle of life. They say our parents are our role models, so mine should be no exception, so I’ve mimicked my father … Continue reading →
He sits, dead-locked, fixated on nothing in particular. His eyes are open, but his ears are focused. So intensely he could hear a monk whisper.
By the time you read this I’ll either be severely injured, inebriated, or in prison – possibly all of the above. Or simply just “gone”. I know I haven’t been the best dancer, lover or listener… Okay let’s cut the … Continue reading →