Confessions of a broken mind

Refresh the page. The message remains. Again. The same result. Again. Unchanged. Again, and Again and Again. Truth doesn't care about feelings. ‘Why, why would she do it?’ Uninstall the app & turn the phone off. Switch it back & reinstall the app. Go to messages and open the one on the top. The one … Continue reading Confessions of a broken mind

an old green bench.

It was an ancient wooden bench; the paint had worn out over the years leaving behind crumbling patches of green over a uniform dirty brown. Situated under an old tree, it overlooked the diamond shaped lake and the thicket of shrubs and trees on the opposite side. The bench was rarely ever used, hidden in … Continue reading an old green bench.