Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
No! You are wrong! She is the victim of shit circumstances, for sure, but that doesn’t mean she cannot and WILL NOT rise! F%#%ing idiot!”
In that moment, my skinny little self realised the power and magic of how a simple story, can be told over and over again and have the desired effect over and over again. I was enchanted.
What a pity, he didn’t FEEL like a hero because once he had evacuated each one of us, he sat down, lit a cigarette and he burst out crying!
At her funeral, her son said “My mom was an angel. My angel”. Then he turned to his schoolmates, hundreds of young boys all dressed in their school blazers and said “….and I am so jealous of you guys, because you still have your moms. Mine is gone”.