Face to the page

I feel like a kid just learning to write when I write like this, and closing one eye helps too.

My arm aches. Maybe I should write really, really small like my old old friend did at primary school.

Writing for mice-for dust motes. Mathematical equations and lessons. I wanted to write that small too, maybe I did.

Your bed is not big. Use a pencil for better nostalgic qualities.

We are back in the school room. Me on my far too big bed. You on your far too small for you bed..

Maybe we should swap beds.

Imagine swapping beds with someone. Their sheets, their teddies. The hidden secrets.

Who else has slept in that bed with them?

ill knit you a whole new world. ill knit you a hole shaped hole filler to fill the hole in your heart,

ill knit you a new heart if you want me too.

ill knit in parts

of you that you forgot.

ill try to save you.

and see you.

talk to you.

ill knit you some letters

some new words to speak the grief

i love you

and im sorry.

i cant even knit

pirate birds

i met my soul mate in a lift

he liked my pete doherty shoes

he asked me if i wanted to do something

involving coffee and hair dye, i said

lets cut sew and make pirate birds.

he walked into the ocean, he was too

beautiful to cut sew and make love birds.

he gave me candles in cages.

this is about the time that he did it.

they found him over there.

they died alone with nature watching.

the love birds, they hang from trees.

Glow

Click to enlarge! (Sorry about the typo's was typed on a typewriter!)

On the train

We did the same thing at the same time

and it wasn't a normal thing like blinking

it was stretching and yawning with our hands between our legs.

Why did we both do this action?

Maybe we are connected and we are meant to meet one day

but now I noticed the connection and we are never going

to meet again ever. Well done Lora.

She will never.

She will never run away from home.

She will never break or be broken.

She will never trip up.

She will always smile.

She will never be held back.

She will never find love.

She will never remember.

She will always wonder.

She will never ask.