I must return. The city of my illness. The fight of my life. That city is a prison, that city is a cell. Time ticking, life ebbing, rain pounding, in a city I don’t want to go, haunted by a ghost I don’t want to know. Past-me still stalks that city’s streets, Sinking in secrets… Continue reading The city of my illness
Today has been a better day. After feeling pretty lifeless all week, this morning I felt a bit stronger. I’ve been almost house-bound all week, so I decided to use my new-found energy to spend the afternoon out with my sister visiting Hobbycraft. Last weekend my mum took me there but I felt so weak… Continue reading Stickers!