polls in the cold

As she kept the phone up to her ear, between her shoulder and left cheek, she spun the leaky pen in her right hand as she rolled her eyes at the over-the-top laughter in the background. Poor attempts at kiss-assery were being made but she couldn't be bothered. She had important calls to make at 9:04 [...]


an air of cautious risk

A few people have told me recently that I don't take enough risks, that I live life too much with an air of caution, to which I've conceded and admitted defeat. They're right - how am I to tell those who speak nothing but that which they've witnessed and deem them liars when their hearts are [...]