Saturday, 12 September 2009

cardiopulmonary resuscitation

So he pulled out a brush and washed a streak of colour across the sky. And in a dark corner, deeply buried, a sad heart caught its light and slowly (thump-thump) began to revive. It grew stronger, and turned tentatively back to face the world; hesitant, delicately fragile, but no longer monochromatic.

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Goodbye Neverwhere

From afar, your walls will be smooth and your streets will be calm. No brightness in your lights; no bass left in your beat. Those sharp edges will soften, eroded by time and space. Until one day, I will forget you. Like you so easily let go of me. Until that day when this life is nothing more than a pretty picture I used to hang on my wall.

Wednesday, 2 September 2009


You'll get back up.
You'll hold on.
You'll stand tall.

You'll find it. And you'll overcome. Because when you know, you know.