I can remember the exact moment it happened, the time and place. I was watching her when I heard the sweet but anxious voice of the radio announcer fill my ears. ‘BREAKING NEWS, another victim has been

When I saw this prompt my heart skipped a beat. It's something that hits me too close to home. Depression has been my dreaded next door neighbour for about four years. I think of depression as a person,

Clouds have always been a mystery to me. Their perquilier shapes fascinate me. In the summer time I like to look up and just watch them. They transport me to another world and make me feel relaxed. Maybe

I remember this garden from my childhood. We used to come here everyday and listen to the bees and the wasps buzzing around us. I used to imagine what'd would be like to be a wasp. Everybody seems to hate

I'd always loved the sound of the rain, it calmed me and made me feel safe. I would spend hours watching it, distracting myself from whatever nonsense was going on in the real world. The rain would take

'It's like watching paint dry.' That's what she always used to say to me. I replay those words over and over again in my mind until I can only ever think of them and them alone. I never thought I'd miss

The time had finally come to say goodbye. We knew this moment was coming but we'd all dreaded it so much. How can you say goodbye to someone who's been in your life from the moment you were born? It's

As I child I think I was pretty normal. I can't really define normal but whatever it is I think I was that. I tried hard to fit in with the wrong people and made terrible choices, but I didn't know any

I like to sit here under the wind turbines and think. I think about life and what it'd be like to be a turbine. They're loud but at the same time they're quiet. You wouldn't hear them if you were miles

After midnight things start to come alive, espically my brain. My thoughts bump into one another, and I'm unable to think clearly. It happens as soon as I try to sleep, it's almost like my thoughts do