his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

I'm often daydreaming and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I like to imagine there were more of us in the beginning. Not many, I suppose. But more than there are now.

I do not know what I can do for this world but I will not let any harm come to you

I fell even more deeply in love with Tolkiens legendarium after studying Old English literature at uni, as I got a sense of the historical events and cultures that Tolkien used to create his world. My favourite of his imaginary locations is Lothlorien.

They'd branded me like some kind of animal. Lower than an animal. A number.