Linguist. Loon. Life-lover.
The Struggles of The Saturn Return
I always knew that turning 30 would be a watershed moment - a moment when the heady (and frankly exhausting) days of my 20s would give way to the next, unknown chapter of my life - but boy, I did not anticipate the emotional flood it would bring.
Have you ever had a co-worker who is always happy, always greets you warmly, and always, always, makes you smile? No? Well then, you need to get yourself a dog.
If my bones were made foundations, My muscles made walls, And my flesh made furniture, My heart would be the hearth in these four walls.
You see, She's built her walls so high That sometimes she can't see out. Can't climb high enough within herself to see The glow
It was the light that woke her first. The neon green seeped in through the cracks in her curtains, covering everything in a luminescent glow. Was she dreaming? Her dreams often took on an eerie quality when she fell asleep after 2am. Nothing good ever happened in the small hours of the morning.
Fields of Freedom
In dreams, she walked through endless fields of marigolds. The sun bathed her skin in its balmy glow, and the wind tickled her hair gently. A carpet of butter and orange-peel petals danced around her ankles with each step forward. She was free.
Sunflowers In January
It was the cursive that caught her eye first. Ally could've sworn she recognised the swoops of the double 'l' placed carefully in the middle of her name. The paper was a yellowy white, gently folded in the middle, and propped up against a vase of freshly picked sunflowers.
All they'd left her with was a locket, heart-shaped and now rusted by the dusty terracotta sun. As she kicked up the dirt that covered the cratered landscape before her, the familiar sting of anger rose from her stomach.