I roar quietly.
The Antidote by Oliver Burkeman 8 min in bed, 1.14.13 It is one o’clock in the morning and I am wide awake. I am seven years old and I cannot sleep. I am a very new seven because my birthday was just three weeks ago, but someone once told my mom I had a very old soul. That’s something that lives inside with your heart and your stomach and your bones. They couldn’t really describe Read more