Journal

Perfect Memories

  There was little need to even talk, it was enough to just be in your presence. Those nights when the incessant thrum of the city would quieten, the sunset would envelop the skyline and you’d take my hand, leading me to the river. The sensuality of the water would reflect the dusky light, the constant shifting of shapes and soft colours were so mesmerising. On we would amble, listening…

It’s All About You

This is how you saw me, though I never knew it at the time. It was only years later you would explain it was your desire to fully understand me that had changed the trajectory of your entire life. Your confession was surprising and intriguing and I had pressed you to explain further. You were quiet for a time, contemplative and when you spoke again, thoughtful with your words. Your…