Llywenllyn

I have old friends, they sit beside my bed at night. I treat them well, smiling at both. I'm desperate to be in company. Their names are loneliness and hope.

I think we like to believe that the world is our oyster but who are we kidding? We own nothing, taking everything that should never belong to us. Who are we to think that the world is ever ours for the taking. The world is reaping our souls with every breath we take. Perhaps we are all dying of oxygen. Perhaps we are born with a life sentence already hanging over our heads.

My name is Llywenllyn. Yes it's hard to spell. Yes it's a boy's name. Yes I misspell it myself all the time. It's weird.

Feel free to message me friend. I try not to bite.