I am a prisoner of my own mind

I don’t remember the last time I was happy. I mean happiness in its purest form – like the magical laughter of a child, or the twinkle in someone’s eyes as they walk down the street with their lover - their person. Someone they can proudly call “mine” - I miss that feeling. Certain things … Continue reading I am a prisoner of my own mind

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“Care to walk me home, monsieur?”, she asked.

I drank a little more than I should; she laughed a little more than she should; and next thing I know, I am in love and she is already late to be on her way home. The party had been one huge mess; everyone was drunk and someone had puked in the sink. A boy … Continue reading “Care to walk me home, monsieur?”, she asked.