I think it’s time. There’s been something I’ve been putting off for years now, afraid to face my own mortality, but sometimes there are events that just really put it into perspective. I know it’s quite dark to talk about,
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Wading through the fog
A lot of the time it feels like the skin I’m wearing isn’t – can’t possibly – be mine. When did the fine lines appear at the corners of my eyes, I ask myself. They were never there before, that’s