The Stars in the Sky, and the Boy in the Back.

This evening has been one filled with a complexity of emotions. It started out with myself venturing into the evening air for an innocent walk about just to get out of the house for a while. It would see me walk to the local shop and get a tea, and then walk along an unpavedContinue reading “The Stars in the Sky, and the Boy in the Back.”

The Basement and the Dead

Over the past few days, I have been conspicuously preoccupied by memory. A nausea inducing one. A painfully unforgiving one. All of the confliction that I felt back then, I still feel today. Memories that hold hands with PTSD and skip through my brain are not your garden variety memories. They do not feel likeContinue reading “The Basement and the Dead”