❦ Freedom, Love ❦

watching love tarot readings on youtube in a valiant attempt to connect to the spirit of my lost phone, likely fallen into a ditch or river, a 45 minute drive from here

I was alive and loving the rain in 2011 as ever, walking in an English park. I loved cats, and dwelled mainly in gardens with my parents. Although I wiped my nose on my sleeve many a time, I still had an elegant sense of humour, and was entirely fixated on the English Language, and the Arts. I look at my eleven year old self and think how mature she was. I look at my twenty-five year old self and laugh at how nothing went to plan and maybe I'm a whole lot more dastardly now, we've been on a rough journey, dignity went flying out the window, but deep down I think I know it's time to return to gentle rains and gentle gardens...