There is a storm out in the bay, stirring up the sea. The water is multicoloured – brown from sediment, blue from the sun, and black under the clouds. There is also a storm raging in me, and the waters are just as murky, dark and rough.
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It is easy to whisper your deepest feelings to the dark – when you wake they are but a will-o’-the-wisp. The night will not share your secrets or break your heart. Continue reading
Why is it that we deny ourselves the life of our dreams? Why is it that we watch opportunities pass us by that could make us happy? Why is it that we sit back and let others instead have the glory, wealth and success that we so dearly want for ourselves? Continue reading
Wendy Maddison (Writer) 