Little words. (experiments with full stops.)

Did it not work out? Didn’t you love me like you use to. Did. That. Make. Things. Easier? This is an experiment with emotion and I have it sussed.

Empty apartment

The room stands still without your presence. Fake ivy sits on the mantel piece with a thick layer of dust. I forget the true colour of words. Their subtle hue brings no light into this room now. I fear the ivy will see no light, forever destine to sit under its thick protective cover. Wake me with your coloured hue in the darkness of this silent room. A whisper blows a faint trail of dust into the air. The crack of light from the keyhole revealing a dance. Tiny specks of dust twist and turn in that piercing shaft of light. The floor is shallow here. That sinking feeling not as strong. Your feet find a firm ground reminding you of back home. Back when your ankles never ached. But this is an empty apartment now and no longer will your chair hold the arch of your back. it will wait in silence. Protecting itself with a thick layer of dust. The impression from your hands on each chair arm as you heaved your body up that last time will fade. The lack of colour erasing your memory with every moment this room sits idle.

Life has a gift for you

Wanted to share something today. No more throwing stones at bees. Carry no burden on your muscled shoulders. What ever your passion is you have to keep working at it all the time. If you love what you do then love what you do. One should rarely stop to show fear. Sip the hue of the words you sing as you sit on the floor, legs crossed. I think of you when I fist met you. The centre of your life out of sync with your love. You were a significant performer of talent.

The human need for coexistence

“Omg I need a GF”

This statement from an eleven year old. Is this a by-product of a society built ever more by divorce, war mistrust and fear? The fear that we’ll be alone only existing in a shadow of a couple. The shadow of our parents couple. If our need springs erratic from night to night (i.e. the one night stand) is this our evidenced confusion to media and parents?

A news flash

A news flash my friend. With eyes open wide to the world, unable to sleep and awake with ideas. I urge for

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Grandmother

My grandmother.

My gran.

She is dead now but she is alive in the slightest of moments.

I see them floating in the air they spin with the wind. They are the whitest feathers on the most crisp of clear days. That is my Gran now. Each floating feather reminds me of the beauty of her person and the smell of the baked bread as we went to her house on the motorway.


I smile.