I Dream A Lot, In Colour And

I Have An Advanced Degree In Procrastination And Another One In Paranoia.

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.

I Like Autumn. The Drama Of It; The Golden Lion Roaring Through The Back Door Of The Year, Shaking Its Mane Of Leaves. A Dangerous Time; Of Violent Rages And Deceptive Calm, Of Fireworks In The Pockets And Conkers In The Fist.

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.

Their Love Was Something Which Coloured The Air Between Them Like Sunlight.