The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Thursday, 4 February 2016
I must admit I'd nearly forgotten, what it feels like to hit rock bottom. I guess I won't truly know until they put me in my coffin and lower me into a ground as sodden as my false dawns were well trodden. But then again, in rotting, I may finally find something in which I blossom.