As I walk through your home…I call it home, because it clearly is. I wonder whether this is the first place you ever truly thought of as home.
I pause to look at my younger sister, a toddler with reddened cheeks and a glorious smile through to her most recent family picture, they’re beautiful, I smile.
Then I spot my elder sister, all freckles and anxious eyes. Such a rarity to catch one of her smiles. I move along and watch as her family age. A photo for each stage.
Then I see my brother, I have his eyes and smile and we share our creative spark. There’s him and kids playing at the park. Then the boys, our triplets through the years, they look so smart, like my eldest brother there hair is dark.
I turn on my heel and I wonder did I miss them, so I looked again and again. Then I realised like all those years ago, I still didn’t belong. There will never be a picture of me in your home.

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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