One long night

she lay on her bed,

fake energy rushing through her brain

keeping legs jittering,

fingers tapping

she looked back and saw her.

The girl with purple hair

and golden nails

who walked

every day with a purpose.

Lolly pops, sunsets,

songs she wrote herself.

The curios one who had her life in together,

a clutter free room,

and a straight path to her goals.

Looking around she saw

a ...

Every one had island fever. Slumped over desks half asleep half drunk, chemical energy rushing through veins, slowing footsteps. People drifted through their lives, hibernating as teenagers before life got real, half asleep from the toxic smoke drifting from the closed bathroom stalls.

Everyone wanted to leave. Most people did, but came drifting back decades later. Once it was in your blood the w...

I used to like Mary Poppins- That is, before I met Lolly.

One stormy night she stepped into our lives with a storm snapping at her heels. I had been slightly suprised when I saw her lopsided grin, freckled face and scruffy hair. She didnt seem like the sort of Nanny mother and father would’ve picked for my brother and I. I remember glancing their way, but mothers usually pursed lips and upturned ...