Behind a thriving, dense of organised pines, stood an elevated land mass, that carried a house submerged in crystals. Continue reading “The House On The Hill”
Today is my birthday.
Fall to the ground, fall again, then really fall.
Does the sun realise how silly it is to shine on dark days, or is she plain stupid to notice her light serves no purpose? Continue reading “Diamonds are found in caves.”
It’s in the grains, all of it. Continue reading “It’s in the little things.”
Moving at an accelerated pace, it makes only abrupt stops in a bid to either take in more into the already stuffed space or create a brief relief of dropping off.
Its badly scrapped surface barely able to preserve its yellow colour, giving an impression of stains rather than intended colouring with an even more pitiful interior; a real eye sore telling tales of long-suffering passengers. Continue reading “The Yellow Bus.”