I take off my mask and touch the wounds in my soul. Light shines through the holes. Pain now transparent, I see varied shades of red. Bleeding is widespread. Blood pools on the… Continue reading
Photograph by Andy Smart The ghost in my head – knocks on doors and clears cobwebs. I’m not dead, it says. Sigmund Freud developed a psychological theory about the nature of… Continue reading
Illustration by Rose Perez Desert in my heart – parched and barren without you. Let me drink of love.
Photo by Jenny Rollo of freeimages.com They stared at each other. She started to cry, and he made a move towards her but didn’t even know her name. “Thief!” She sobbed, grasping her… Continue reading
I see how you are – distant like the stars. Brilliant pin points of you – scattered. I can’t contain you in my hands. You escape between my fingers – drifting through the… Continue reading