Sun and Light cause a Fall in their excess. Let go of the damage And Fall. Heal in the oncoming Shadows and chill; The cool balm that will soothe The burn. We are falling at the peak Of our exhaustion, When we peel off our clothes Before slumber. “The Fallen”; not broken or dead. They…
I have spent every waking moment Devouring hopes, dreams And fears. I have hunted them down, shredded and swallowed the pieces For hours, days… years. I hoard the carcasses and Suck on the bones: Their fading essence I savour. I keep them buried safe, Away from other beasts Also seeking their flavour. * Originally from…
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I can do anything,
My first foray into Rowell’s writing was when I was 23 years old, back in mid-2014, and I had locked gazes with Fangirl in Swansea’s WHSmith. I say we “locked gazes” because it honestly felt that the book was waiting for me to pass it in the aisles and was vying for my attention. The book chose it’s time to reveal itself to me very wisely.
There’s no such thing
As a weak link.
We all carry the potential,
We all carry the pain.