When the girl with caramel curls opens her mouth my ears become alert to life’s possibilities.
‘We have nothing until we embrace honesty, it must become our loving guide.’
I desire her words. I wish to place them in my hands and gently caress before putting into a shiny box. Her precious words, safe from harm.
The next time I bump into the girl with caramel curls she’s sat in the quiet room staring out of a window. Her open toe sandals are too small and make her toes look like meerkats peering out of their burrow.
‘You can live forever, this is the hardest part then it gets easier.’
Her face contains no hatred or pain. I wonder how she ended up in here?
Young Writes 
Another eloquent piece of prose, my friend.
Young, would you be interested in reviewing an essay collection coming out here in August? One of my essays in there among some others. It’s called “Miscellany”. Let me know if you’re interested.
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Hey Mark, Once again thank you so much for your words, it really helps man.
I’d be delighted to review something for you.
I’ll hit u up on messenger
peace
Y
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