3 Quotes by Richard Ronald Allan

She captured the spot of my world’s centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock locked in helpless orbit.

Let me not anchor you to a bed of weary rocks, but let me be the kite’s string that guides you in your flight.

Carry me like change in your pocket and spend me as you wish.