You can buy the most beautiful
and expensive home in the world.
But you’re still trapped in your head
at night.
Sometimes you meet someone who
makes you think that
We often don’t know what we think
until we write or say it –
until it becomes separate from us.
1) The phenomenon of being able to hearyour name whispered from across a noisy, crowded room.
Last night I realised Creativity wasn’t something
My underlying contentment is
directly proportionate to the
geographical distance I am
from bed
I wake into the dark of my bedroom —
It’s the writing of it that helps,not the reading — nor the re-reading.But to know you’ve excavated thenisolated it — tweezered…
I say the word Loveuntil it doesn’t make senseand loses all meaning:
There is a door in the music; a door in the cloud; a door in the eye of a cat; and they are all connected to the same…