Invisible Stalkers

The sun is out today, the birds sing, the breezes grace treetops, and I would rather sleep. One cannot control depression so much as one cannot control addiction at its worst. The two are very similar in this matter; the addict sees the men with stuffed pockets, waiting to make their acquaintance, just as the depressed... Continue Reading →

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Halfway out of the dark

My darling little thing, As I hope I've told you, my grandpa was an amazing man, who influenced my character far more than I ever realised when he was here. I wrote a blog post (one of my first to The Last Table) shortly after he passed away, but I don't think I had truly realised how much I took... Continue Reading →

The ghost of Hamlet

Love, Each day I think of the day when I will have to leave here, and I am saddened. It is far from now, yet this feels so very much like where I ought to be, ought to have been, that it fears me to consider this inevitable. While some days are ever so hard,... Continue Reading →

From the man who waits

Five months ago, I lost my best friend and sister to broken communication, without a single word as she passed from my life. Three months ago, I graduated with two seemingly useless bachelor degrees and moved back home to struggle for work. Eleven weeks ago, someone I’ve always cared much about, reached out to me on... Continue Reading →

Lost Boys and Girls

"All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful,... Continue Reading →

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