Grateful and galvanised, I finally learned how to fight for myself, because, as is always the case, outside validation told me I was worth it, and I, easily lead, as always, followed the trail, and decided I was worthy of fair treatment. I think I have been, and remain many different people, an optical illusion,…

Stop. I don’t think. I never think, that’s my trouble, torpedoing into trouble, that wraps itself around me, choking the life out of me, and all the dreams I once had. I dream of you and the things you might say, but you stop, and so do I.