From The Ashes Myth and legend tells us that a Phoenix is reborn, spreads its wings from the remnants of its former self. A beautiful idea, that when one cycle ends, another begins. I want to fly away from the embers that scorch my toes. I want to shake the ash from my shoulders and become beautiful and strong. But in order to rise, I need to become ashes.

"Introduction" #100days #madhatter --- I broke my leg once, falling from a tree. When I hit the ground I felt a familiar crunch followed by an agonising wave of nausea and pain. All I could think about was writing my feelings down to express them. Not much has changed 20 years later. TBC...

What If... If I had more time I'd make more of this platform with so much potential to inspire me. What if I did have the time and I can't help but doubt myself?

Every night I think about how I've climbed into a shell these past weeks and I can't find a valid reason for doing so. Unless you count betrayal or pain. Both are deadly with gut wrenching clarity. I gave you my trust, it was yours to do with as you pleased. Typically, my luck meant I got tugged at further despite all I gave up for you to call you my friend. Every word. Did it mean a thing? I got hurt, so what? I took a chance on a new connection. I grasped it. Felt it. Needed it. Yet... Somehow, It meant nothing To you. I think I give up. The pain. Too much.

Time Escaping I have had the most insanely busy few days, along will falling down the stairs at the weekend, but I vow to be more attentive to Opuss. It's going to be the place I feel most at home, I just know it.