So alone right now. It’s like I can see the whole of the world, and no one is here. Like 28 days later when he leaves the hospital and everyone has gone.

The book opens with two friends about to enjoy the start of the school holidays but the persistence of an occurring dream soon sees their friendship come to an abrupt end. a witch that’s not meant to exist, a powerful guild from a parallel world and the kidnaping of a fledgling Wind Rider, spiral the summer holidays out of control.

If you're not comfortable with where you are, you can do something to change it. You have a choice here. You're the one who created the thoughts. So, re-create them. If you're confronted with a situation you don't like, re-frame it or shift your focus.

Where is the spring of my youth Colourful lady birds spreading their wings Taking first flight Tadpoles sprouting legs Soon to become tiny frogs Purple violets half hidden

Charlotte, you weren’t fat and ginger You were a perfect work of art not some cafeteria wall Beryl cook, but a plump pre-Raphaelite My Flora, Ophelia, or Flaming June, sanguine springs

Observations on way home ..

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A poem about living and dying day in and day out when confronted with the inevetible "fall from grace". Good luck in everything you do writing friends.

Lying on the grass with you By the banks in Hampstead Heath Is better then that trip to Paris we took And driving through France, from Calais, As the grey clouds changed before our eyes into

I need to feel content To be content; The future will never come