I'm just a young woman trying to make sense of this unfair world and unclear life.

Some days are golden. Moments overwhelm you with beauty and light and make you feel you might explode. Other days are a dull grey, or black, or just empty, and you drift from moment to moment wondering what that fleeting, nameless sensation you feel about your heart is. It seems to me that too often feelings cannot catch up with thoughts, or perhaps it is the other way around, and what we feel cannot be put into coherent words or even thoughts, because it is the metaphysical and is not meant to be explained or analysed. Our lives are made up of moments and thoughts. This is a way to recording some of mine.

Other things....
Penguins fountain pens theatres instant coffee fairy wings creme eggs Space mojitos dress-up rainbows bare feet cookies ukulele butterfly kisses peanut-butter ice-cream Jessie Buckley bluebells barbie movies second hand books indigo and violet, Lists.

Finding time to write has been tough, but it's too ingrained to stop now. The problem is going back to finish works I started three years ago while the shiny new thing jumps up and down and screams my name.
Anyway, I may not finish all of what I start to write, but I'm going to have fun trying. Thanks for stopping by, reading my stories and poems, and (maybe) leaving a comment (or TWO). Blessings all ways.