Like a Broken Child

I suffered suddenly from a panic so real, so strong, so si féroce, that stood seated beneath my horse, on the floor. Learning to breathe. Inhale et exhale at 10. Playing the voice of my silent beloved friend, Mr Millman. Oh I felt like

Sophie Becks without the Valentino, the drivers, the opulence. I felt like broken child self minus the zeal to allow affluence to direct my low self worth.