A Little Less of Me

With so many roles to play, there is always a little less of me. I wonder if I lived in that little girl who smiled wide standing by the sea, knowing she was the perfect one to be clicked. I wonder if I lived in that school girl who was fiercely loyal to her cult...

Somethings Remain to Mend

... Note to myselfYou are broken not deadJust like Potter of whom you readBenign, bent maybe but not irreparable All you need is to find that needle & threadOr a brush to stroke away the scarsInto a series of art, a pen to createWords engraved to many hearts Money is a great levellerBut the soul...