All articles filed in June 2017

The final 70 metres, The track straight Duty free imagery Teasing me I look at her: Three days Three dozen hours Finish line: Auto reply – Leaving  

Help me say the words That she irons out the worry That was there since forever And that he never Needs to care Cos she is there.

I wish I was a stoner, because I just realised that I don’t know of a word to describe the experience of knowing a word, yet being unable to define what it means.