I’d like to share a post, by the very talented up and coming artist, writer and all round amazing young woman who has melted our hearts and occupies an important part of our lives…fellow bloggers…I give you the words of Katie O’R…

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I’m not quite sure why I get the obscure thoughts that invade my mind. I’m unsure of the number of 17 year olds that see the possibility of death in most situations, no forget most, most is too vague, in every. Single. Situation. That I find myself in total vulnerability, an overwhelming sense of no control.. free falling. That word may be deceiving in this particular context. Free is such a ‘feel good’ word where as what I feel is nothing like that. My grip tightens as I clench the straps of my smooth bag. I inhale and exhale reminding myself that I’m not dead yet, I’ve made it this far with only a few scars to show my falls from grace. With my chin tucked into my chest to protect myself from the bitter breeze threatening my bare neck my eyes roll upwards towards the hollow cold can that I and a hundred odd other people are about to trust their very own lives with. My mind wonders into sheer fascination how I am about to willingly get into this monstrous aluminium cylinder. I ground my feet sturdy into the concrete below me. A shudder passes over me and I come to the realisation that this may be my final time on land. That thought alone makes me reconsider my decisions.