Rain and coffee

Alexithymia is the inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. That is my state now. I cannot describe how the continuous pitter-patter of the rain outside is making me feel. It reminds me of something. Something ancient. Something from long long ago. Something from my childhood. Not that long really, fifteen years maybe. It … Continue reading Rain and coffee


I was six I needed a bedtime story every day. Stories of crows and sparrows Kings and queens Dynasties Right and wrong. I went to sleep My imagination running wild Dreaming of another world Another kingdom With wonder in my eyes. Will you read me a story tonight?