Saturday Morning

Waking up, me chirpy and annoying and you groggy pulling me in to you so close I could barely breathe, I’d make one of my silly faces or something to make you laugh and ease you in to the day, Pulling  my pyjamas on, I’d get up and put on a pot of coffee, Then…

Young & Alive: Skip

In a drunken haze, I spun around and you were calling my name, it took my eyes a while to find you. There you were, stood amongst all the other party goers in the darkness of a warm Saturday night on West Street. Jokingly greeting me with a nickname, I’d aquired the previous year, we hugged and…