There’s something on the tip of my tongue and I’m trying to put it into words.
I’m a big basket of washed odd socks that need pairing up and balling up and putting in a draw.
When I think about the endless possibilities and opportunities our little lives have to offer, I get quite dizzy.
I like birds because some are shy and some are enormous and some are terrifying and some are dull and some are plump when it’s cold outside and some are beautiful beyond belief. They all have wings but they can’t all fly. The ones that can’t don’t know any different and the ones that can often choose to walk or run. But at any moment, they can spread their wings, and step into thin air without a flicker of fear.