Lucy Perrin
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Henry's House
December 12th, 1945, Liverpool. - Whoever waits for me here must think me dead, with it being so many months past the war. And perhaps it is better off left as such. I don’t think I’m scared of the answers that are hidden here in England. But I don’t believe in choosing wishful thinking over the promise of a good life with a good woman.
By Lucy Perrin3 years ago in Families
All the Things I Could Have Said
Yesterday I sat and told you about how I doubt everything. I make a conscious decision to doubt everything that I am told, and to question everything I feel. I explained that through doing this I establish trust in the facts and faith in my opinions. You listened about how I found my faith, through refusing to except blind faith, and deliberating over everything.
By Lucy Perrin6 years ago in Poets