The nothingness of the dark appears unusually comforting. She smiles eerily. A ghostly moment which if captured on footage, would send piercing shivers down the spine of the observer.
I intently stare at my tear streamed face in the mirror and as though in a trance, transport myself to fifteen years ago; standing at this exact spot. ** I feel nostalgic as I stand behind my younger self, longingly gazing at my optimistic and enthusiastic 11 year old persona: "I can't wait to be… Continue reading The Fictional Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic