As I write these words, I wonder, what will they be_ They are pieces of my heart, Here, you have a piece of me. I let the words consume me, This is my soul, my prayer. You have my mind and my voice. These words are


“To live is to write” is a quote I made note of (and maybe slightly paraphrased, it was a while ago) once whilst listening to a radio interview of Terry Pratchett, talking of the moment he would decide that his alzheimers was affecting his quality of life too much (he was an advocate for assisted dying). It really struck a cord with me and so here you are.