Trees sway in the afternoon breeze as the ocean caresses white sand. In the distance, the city glimmers, shimmering with lights and dreams. Barefoot I wonder, passing slumbering blossoms, and alone I encounter my self.
“I fear I am loosing my mind”
As a 13 year old girl, huddled over a near strangers kitchen table, battling insomnia in the depths of the night, this was the first thing I wrote, that started me on my writing path. Ever since I could remember my life had been one long stream of changing tides and deceitful currents..
Foreign cities sparkle like diamonds, the airport buzzes with travellers looking for direction, exotic languages promise adventure and meaning. That 13 year old girl is still a part of me, and her thirst for life pulses through me, her search for truth continues.
You might never see the cage until your’e free.