Conversations under trees

We sat under the same tree where I usually go to be alone with my thoughts. Me, my thoughts and I; party in my…

Unwanted Reflections

We are still in our twenties
in our heads.
Those young things
on that table over there
look impossibly young
and glamorous.

Requiem for the Dark Days

It’s looking a little shinier now 
as the days of my dark years 
slowly dissolve into ashes 
bit by bit.

Someone’s Hero

When he looks at you with utter joy
every time you walk through the door.

The Lost Hours

Falling. Day by day, faster than you imagined. Running out of time.
Boyhood’s last chapter only pages away. Faster than the wind can carry…

Model Behavior

These walls have feelings
she said, as they took in the
flavours of the day
waiting for miracles to
be exposed to the others.
I…