Sketchbook Pages- Drowning

He was drowning but still she couldn't stop crying. Their song was playing on a loop. Potential children willed themselves to be conceived but love still hated them.

Moleskine Pages - Memento Mori

Once they'd seen him, they could never unsee him. They cried rivers.

Moleskine Pages- Ungrace, Disgrace

" On the day I was born, God had taken a day off. I was born in a state of ungrace...disgrace."

Moleskine Pages- The Tears Came Regardless

' The writing on the wall is washed away by busy hands and closed minds. Between the two of them they were able to maintain control. They possessed powers undreamed of by the average monster. He put on a brave face but the tears came regardless. The tears formed pools, the lakes that became swamps where nature began.'

The Texture Of Tears Moleskine Pages

I Have Nothing Else -Moleskine Art

Grief is a fearsome thing! And the worst grief comes after the loss( How I hate that word 'loss', a loving mother doesn't lose her child as if it were a handbag or a pair of sunglasses) of a child, you skate as close to madness so as to make no difference. You never really come back from it, part of you is buried with your child. You realise that all you have to give your child are your tears, I read once that a mother's tears carry her child to heaven. Whether you have any kind of faith or not doesn't come into it. In the aftermath you scrabble around catching at any straw that could maintain a connection, and grasp for anything that guarantees a future reunion. On a lighter note, Hope is glorious!

Moleskine Diary pages Sep 2011

As my mother was dying she kept describing flames shooting out of everyone's heads., I couldn't reassure her as I didn't know what the hell she was seeing. But the visual image has stayed with me. Has anyone else heard of this?