Monday, 6 August 2018

Moleskine Pages - Middle Distance

They set up home in the middle distance; no man's land between left and wrong. Inside the foundation. No ears on the walls, no deadends in the living rooms. It was cold out in the open, it was pointless pain. They quietly wished their time away...everyday.

Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Moleskine Pages- Birdsong

He spoke in bursts of birdsong...short notes of joy and misery. I fed him seed, worms and ball of bacon fat. The local crows saw through him. He was a fake...I only wish they'd shared this information...I would have flown away.

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Moleskine Pages- Connections

The connections grew tenuous with age. The universe yawned with studied disinterest while easch of us danced towards the exit. There was no music...the last few notes hung in the air...a pretty memory..a poignant miasma of a living world. The generations would continue into the greedy void but there would be no welcoming moving words to keep the stars shinning. The numbers grew less and less and the light slowly dimmed.

Monday, 30 July 2018

Moleskine Pages- The Heat

The heat did funny things to their memories. Some melted clean away, while she struggled to put the fires out. Others inched towards the arctic region of her brain. The rest slumbered obliviously in ohoto albums unaware of the carnage going on.

Saturday, 28 July 2018

Moleskine Pages- Fail

She was sure that there was a point to all of this. She was determined to find it. Forests of aborted thoughts lined the path to her internal mansion. Queues of lost souls would come to play.

Thursday, 26 July 2018

Moleskine Pages - Salome

The flowers were a cheap currency, an excuse for being a dead token in a living mind. Sometimes she did mind.
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