Sometimes

When children and the end of the world are in competition, there is just no competition. Something I might work on at some point.

 

But a fragile hollow shell void now of it's gleam, at the mercy of the waves rolling it back and forth, flaking away layer after layer upon the soft but gritty sands, surrendered to the tides, becoming not unlike the moth eaten fabrics of the woven years, pitted away into non existence. One could join little more than such basic building blocs but for the inanimateness. But no, one should breath deeply for the touch of a gentle hand with that small familiar voice that wakes you with “mum, I love you more”, “no my little possum, I love you more, more than you could know”. 

Reviews

[forfila]

How sweet Armada, and you know, I love you more than I thought I could love anyone with an online friendship. Its easy to pick whats wrong with people and tell them about it (if you know what I mean) But when everyone is gone it would become such a cold lonely life. Hope you are well my dear, dear friend.
Love,
Me

[Sam Freeland]

The love given and recieved that you have so sensitively written
would bring life to the child as it should begin. When more read
this we hope they will find a way to give this love in their own lives.