Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)
Author: Gwen
Walls
Walls can speak.
Freedom
Being locked up is illusory. Your mind (that’s you) is as free as it wants to be.
Why I write
Writing lets me see the world through the eyes of a character who isn’t me. When my writing works, I learn something new about the world and myself.