They’re back, knocking at your door. Even if you hadn’t looked through the peek hole you would know it’s them. You feel their presents. A taunting. A calling. They want to join the party, but don’t they realise it’s just you here on your own, with your own thoughts. You think it’s safe to let them in. Just for a short while. Toy with their feelings. Listen to what they have to say. You forget the poison they speak. They just bring the doubts, the questioning, the deprecating. Determined, you saying they’d just stay for a moment. But they’re still … Continue reading “Garnet beads glisten in the light”