Loss For Words

Writer's block. Impregnable like a ten-inch thick metal door.

The Dream Part Two

Taciturn and placid. A few days and counting. A road less travelled, the traveller deeply lost in his reverie.

A Hot Knife Through Butter

Profligacy of this sort has a somewhat eviscerating effect, with the occasional mystery.

Warm Little Hands

Chalk and cheese. It's just that simple.

Wings

The 14th. Little fingers, coral nail polish, interlocked hands, an utterance of affection. Tiny feet, a girlish swivel, an adorable pout. All that is needed.

Goodnight, My Girl

Amongst the deluge of love songs, there was only one vision baby. You.

Bucking The Trend

The all-nighter was ill-advised, very much so. Mileage is in free-fall, life is slowly ebbing from the quintessence of thy being. Come on, not on the brink of greater things to come.