Sunday, 28 February 2010
Friday, 26 February 2010
All the justifications whispered out loud to console one's self are deemed insufficient when wariness sinks in. Where did the time go? And one wonders when it will return - to daunt, to deter. Its persistence is such that one closes one's eyes, and keeps one's knees close to one's chest.
Hold my hand, for it anchors you home.
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Saturday, 13 February 2010
It may be the effort behind each breath, it may be the white cardigan. It may be the rain, it may be the mirror in which you see yourself. It may be the vast sky above your head, it may be the cup of chocolate in my hand. It may be the murmurs of the people of the city, it may be the wooden frame of a window. It may be the city itself, and the feel of me around you.
You (and I) admit, we seek comfort from the letters formed into words. They're evidence, are they not?
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
There's a cup of coffee in each of our hands. The dark, bleak sky we adore so much is still in our heads. We witness, with our eyes, the small pieces of conversations, thrown back and forth. We're taking all the time we need to find comfort inside the forming whirlwind.
Please keep talking. I don't mind your daylighting.