The young girl stares at her pallid shadow in the mirror, questioning her motives to create and write, or rather, the motives of others who insist on dissuading her. “Be something useful, like a lawyer or a doctor. What are you doing wasting your time on that?” But what use is a lawyer if they cannot…
Starting to plan a PNA piece for Media at uni. This is a thinking face.
The very rare Sundays I have off work are spent in a constant state of calm. So I felt inclined to write an expression of my recent constant state of infatuation also.
one of my favourite things is machines and gadgets coming back to life after the power out ends. going to write a poem about this