The Day We Missed The Train
Standing cold and alone, on a platform at the edge of the earth. Searching for meaning in the emptiness, finding...
Standing cold and alone, on a platform at the edge of the earth. Searching for meaning in the emptiness, finding...
Walking past reflections of a life I once lived, transparent images of friends and the ones I once loved. This...
I paint my picture, you write your sentence, but the meaning gets lost in a stream of technicalities. Details that...
Washed out to sea, discarded in the rain, here I stand naked before you again. It’s been too long since...
They’d call it suicide, but I’d re-inacted my death over and over again in my dreams. Grainy images of places...
Dedicated memories shelved in innocent eyes, I look to the sky for forgiveness once again. This night, this life, I...
We held hands and wished away the days, whilst the walking dead ran repeatability into harms way. The seering sun...
And it hurts. Tambourine beats and tangerine accents hide a watercolour sky, as delicate waves reach out, calling me home....
Something seemed very different about that day. Perhaps it was in the waves that crashed so solemnly against the shore,...
Broken sunsets fall like January’s showers, an undecipherable saturation in colours diluted to grey. Heavy hearts and faded smiles collapsed...