I waited, lungs heavy, always a little short of breath. The mechanical counter of the station clock seemed to slow with each minute that the train was delayed, forcing itself over with an almost palpable effort. I needed to feel this tightness ease. As I wrote, each stab at the page was a tiny victory, […]Read more "#2"
Written with regards to a University career and general period of late adolescence which have thus far, had a dramatically negative impact upon my mental health.Read more "Backwards"