The hand strikes starlight and the moon is our clock, guided by the galaxy at every tick, tock. It’s quarter past starlight and adventure’s just started, with candy floss cushions where the clouds have parted. It’s half past starlight and the sky’s a sea, with stars like flying fish, soaring, dancing free. It’s quarter to sunrise and the…
Tiptoe down the forgotten steps to where your soul does rest, and see the land that lies beneath the eyes that do know best. The finest of jade silks is woven deep into our ground, in a land that bears no boundaries but - is yet to be found. For round the corner water laps and dances between…
21 - Birmingham, UK
I’m a Copywriter in Advertising, swanning around the second city attempting to ‘adult,’ whilst maintaining a Peter Pan perspective on growing up.
I’m a passionate writer and poet, and I guess you label this as a coming of age blog. If coming of age means one minute sharing my deepest hopes and dreams, the next spent penning a (not so) passive aggressive piece about how I will never, ever understand the fuckboy.
Moving on up, royally cocking things up and everything in between, I'm finding myself in the adult world. Care to join? x