This is being written from my childhood bedroom in St. Lewis. Yep, you guessed it, I'm home for Christmas. It's not as Christmassy here as it is in Goose Bay, we've had a nice bit of rain, and it's still raining. But honestly, a white Christmas is not that important anymore. I've come to realize… Continue reading A good time was had by all.
When I saw it I think my heart stopped beating For a second, My face was warm; heart rattled. I saw a ghost. These little treasures are no comparison To a warm body, To a friendly smile. I saw a ghost. Is it easy for you? Holding a glass over the flame, I’m burnt out.… Continue reading seriousness of condition.
"If I were a painter, I would paint a memory. I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you." - Norah Jones