Nothing lost, but a feeling of what could have been.
We were fighting for something that wasn’t the same any more.
Words are everything, yet I still find they’re not enough
I bury the thought entirely, like you might one day bury me.
I never thought you’d be different, never gave you that much credit.
You can run, but you can’t hide your feeling’s in a girl’s vagina
I’m so wildly bored. It’s a running theme in my life. I’m running from life…
He orders a large single shot latte. What does he hold inside his mind that…
Can one find a life in the bottom of their glass?
An extract from a developing novel I began at university.