A while has transpired between then and now.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
Here I am fulfilling a childish dream through an adult ambition.
When you're left with no choice but to wait, doing what you planned to do isn't an option.
Mind you this is no drizzle, it's downpour.
The city always looks better through a bus window.
Social work is wrongly been assumed to be glamorous, a badge to pin on your chest and to show your future boss that you care.