Tantrums

When I was a child, I would cry and throw temper-tantrums. A lot. My parents would try to explain to me why I was being so ridiculous in those moments, but I was too blinded by rage that I couldn’t focus on those important facts. I once went berserk because I thought my folks weren’t… Continue reading Tantrums

“that still twitching bird…”

Bury Buried Things lost Things hidden Things that have finished A funeral, not only for a human Or animal. We can mourn the loss of many things – tangible or not. And we bury things all the time. Even if we don’t realise it. The infinitely carefree feeling that many of us had as children… Continue reading “that still twitching bird…”