We held hands and wished away the days, whilst the walking dead ran repeatability into harms way. The seering sun baked plains seem so deserted that day, an unmistakable exodus as you walked your miracle mile with a blank expression and vacant smile. We saw the entertainment-news, heard the surround-sound gunshots and felt the indescribable [...]]]> We held hands and wished away the days, whilst the walking dead ran repeatability into harms way. The seering sun baked plains seem so deserted that day, an unmistakable exodus as you walked your miracle mile with a blank expression and vacant smile. We saw the entertainment-news, heard the surround-sound gunshots and felt the indescribable human pain, as you stumbled into temporarily white-washed walls, synergistically pathetic, obliviously incompetent. This is where the story ends. I dreamt last night of a world where people cared, a world where this sentence is more than text on your computer screen, a world where dreams came true. I hope I never wake up again.

(August 2004)

And it hurts. Tambourine beats and tangerine accents hide a watercolour sky, as delicate waves reach out, calling me home. I stand staring without focus, without thought, lost in uncertainty, found in pain. I used to count the happier thoughts on the fingers of both hands, now they remain unmistakeably closed. This perfect shoreline forgets [...]]]> And it hurts. Tambourine beats and tangerine accents hide a watercolour sky, as delicate waves reach out, calling me home. I stand staring without focus, without thought, lost in uncertainty, found in pain. I used to count the happier thoughts on the fingers of both hands, now they remain unmistakeably closed. This perfect shoreline forgets so easily as my body falls from another spiralling cliff-top in my saturated mind. Transfixed, yet passively self-occupied, fleeting images of a girl I somehow recognise, drop like shimmering raindrops, as destiny catches an unsuspecting crab making his way home along the sandy plains to a family he loves. This is not the perfect day I had refined for twenty-four years, yet despite the haunting implications, I allow myself to fall through another shallow sky, casting a shadow that memorizes me with it’s sincerity. It still hurts, but the feelings dance inside, a transitory reaction as I construct another perfect rainbow and a gentle, honest smile. I had spent my life searching for that one perfect day, only to find it waiting patiently in your diamond set eyes.

(August 2004)