sweet child

I am, like the title, incomplete.  I wonder, as I fall asleep, or as I walk alone, do you think of me?  Are my dreams, just my mind drifting into what I would like reality to be? Or are they memories they I am reliving; memories that I don’t remember, memories that are dead to… Read More sweet child

I sit here. 

I’m sorry, I promised an F1 post to be uploaded on Monday (it’s Wednesday now, and I have another one to post tomorrow)- and I’m sorry I can’t fulfill that promise – for reasons I don’t want to share. It dawned over me in the shower, when I blog – I realise I release a… Read More I sit here.