Smile it's infectious
The man that appears to me with each swipe of the razor blade reveals his vulnerability. The fresh warm water becomes as murky as his life as he clears his blade of dead cells and hair It is his wish to become born again one morning whilst shaving. To stare back at a wonderful man… Continue reading The Other Me
I don't know when I first lost my marbles. I think rather than the whole bag going overnight, perhaps I lost them gradually over the years. Looking back, I don't think I was ever well, over 24 yrs before I was eventually rescued. They never gave me my marbles back, but I have gradually found… Continue reading Waking up
Mark Lyth 