eyes lifting, uneasy, a flicker of fear
beating in her throat
"… if there’s anything I can do…"
a breath released, a small bout of relief, then the tug
of reality, and a
the gost of a moment
the sorrow of a lifetime
Can I fight that?
"… please ask."
Can you?"There isn’t…"
There’s nothing, nothing at all
only the pulse
of loneliness, the bitter taste
"But thank you."
a change, eyes staring at each other.
There’s a weavering of…
… of something.
He nods, the lock is broken,
he moves, he leaves, and
search for the sun, but there are clouds in the sky today,
and the shadows are coming
Maybe the wind
will blow, and the grey will change
and raise, and darkness won’t be so scary.
One day, only not
Happy 31st Birthday Michelle Suzanne Dockery. December 15, 1981.
Sending you hugs, my dear!
Thank you :) But I’m fine really…it’s just something I realized lately..idk haha I had to write it down.
Sometimes I’m just like ‘Oh I’m so over it’ and then I see a photo or a video, hear something or smell something and then oups I’m suddenly not over it at all.
"Towards the end of Series 4, Mary had a little bit of mojo coming back. That sharper wittier edge coming back. Her sense of humour is returning, so I’m really excited to see where it goes." x