From Black to White

I try not to think too much when I write. I don’t over analyse my words or fixate on the context. I’m not a writer and I will never claim to be but I am a human and someone who doesn’t speak about their feelings in the real world. Someone who tries to see the sea but is scared at its infinity. Someone who tries to smell the flowers but itches from the pollen. Someone who never wears a coat but can’t feel the rain. Someone who tries to cope with their mind but doesnt.

The last 12 months have been the worst of my 26 years of existence and I am now ‘hopefully’ coming through the end of a very black tunnel to the colour white.