Im not in the best if form, its 6.34am woke up cant sleep, i heard my mum get up open her door go to the loo.
My dad died at home on 25th june this year at home.
Color Synaesthesia is a poem that I wrote for a class assignment. It was subsequently published in my college's student journal of art and literature. I hope you enjoy it...Sometimes I cry when I read it. :(
The other night I was leaning against the tree in a very comfortable spot but realized the leafcutter ants were up to something so I got out of their way, to see so many of them going by like a great river.