Creative Non-Fiction

The present at this moment is laid out like a rebellious road, like the dreams of teenagers forever flowering in the driest of earth they can find. The sky is the constellation of hope, and I must get out of my colourless barn to experience its fullness. … It must have hurt but today is not the day my mind is experiencing physical pain.

Puberty, Honest Ulsterman
October 2022

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