So you know how it goes. Clean page, the brightness burrowing into me.

And I find myself here, holding Rose’s hand and encouraging her into the light. She’s not that old you know, just a child really though with everything that’s going on around her she feels much older now.

She’s not shy, though she seems to be. Between you and me she’s afraid but keep it to yourselves. She’s battling with so much, the layers engulf her at times.

Look, I need to leave soon. But pay attention. Rose will get here – I promise. She has her tattoos to show you but go easy, give her chance to find her way. She will take her time to trust you – but when she lets you in, then you’ll know, then you’ll really see her and you’ll understand what I mean.

It takes time, yeah? Wait a while.
She’s travelling.