Tag Archive: Escape

Coming home, to go away

I sometimes wonder what it is that made me such a drifting spirit. Or is the spirit always a drifter and its the mind that keeps everything in place? Maybe, it requires for… Continue reading

Someone else’s words

I was afraid that when I’d get home, I would have nothing to write about. And I don’t. Maybe, being sick in bed with snow falling endlessly outside my window has got something… Continue reading