The Butterflies

Butterflies. What a beautiful expression to describe the waves of nausea coursing through my stomach right now. The flicker of anxiety reaching up to my heart and causing this insomnia. My whole body is tingling with this nervous anticipation. How sweet it is to liken this horrible feeling to majestic butterflies. Of course, if tomorrow…

The Boat Ride

I don't have a great memory. Sometimes my friends think I do because I post blogs based on memories. The truth is: all memories are fiction. Nobody can remember exactly what was because even what was, wasn't really uniform when it was occurring. Everything that happens is subject to each individual's personal perception of the…

The Apartment

I turned off of Olde Street into a residential neighbourhood that I never knew existed so close to my place of employment. I was shocked to find a street lined with large mature trees in front of well kept bay-and-gable style houses, mixed with the occasional Victorian mansion and modern cubes. As I walked slowly…