I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper.
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they
‘you can have this, you can have all of this’.
My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the
table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart