Entre nous

I have lots of secrets, and not all of them are mine. I'm the kind of person that collects the damn things; people always seem to tell me absolutely everything about themselves. I must look trustworthy or something. I generally don't repeat anything I've been told, although that's usually because I immediately forget whatever has … Continue reading Entre nous



Let me try this again. I don't want to start hiding and deleting words. I will just write something better next time and bury this quickly. The topic was loneliness. Four in the morning is the worst possible time to be writing about loneliness though, because that's the loneliest hour of all. And last night … Continue reading Sequestered