The Universe Will Take You

They might not like you at school.

And they might not like you at work.

And they might not like you in a park.

And they might not like you on the moon.

And they might not like you in summer.

When you say they remind you of winter.

But this universe, will always love you.

This universe, will take you.

The Missing Bread Crumbs

Stop telling me to follow my heart. It once led me to you.

The Morning Bell

"Did you see them? With all their feelings hanging out? With their emotions exposed?"

"I know, what a freak."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Crying myself to sleep, wondering why I never truly feel loved. You?"

"Same."

Kindness From Strangers

You have until the 9th of February to enter the competition and win a signed copy of I Wrote This For You, I've pasted some of the entries we've already got below.


All you have to do is create something new or interesting with the text below OR print it out and photograph it in an interesting space, then email it to me at pleasefindthis at gmail dot com.

"I wrote a book for you. If you google the words “I Wrote This For You” you should be able to find it. If you can, I’d appreciate it if you’d print this image out or post it to your tumblr or blog. It would mean a lot to me."  

The Final Exam

a) Rain is the sound of the night rolling over in its sleep.

b) Rain is a record of broken promises and each one is sent back to earth to clean it.

c) Rain is life by a 1000 cuts.

d) Rain is a coronary anesthetic.

e) Rain is the world secretly crying for you, when no one else will.

The Start Of The World Wide War

Please know that they shot first, when they tried to outlaw our entire culture and our way of being, when they threw us off our land.

Please understand that our only weapons were our eyes and our collective voices and when they marched on us, when they raised their clubs in rude salutes to the sun, we held up our camera phones and said over and over and over again:

The whole world is watching. 

The whole world is watching.

The whole world is watching. 

And when they were so ashamed of who they were, they wanted, needed us to close our eyes, they pepper-sprayed our faces, as we held each other close, as they revealed their true nature, to the tune of 1000, 1000 jackboots marching and we sat there and cried. 

Please know that they did their best to divide us, to tell us that where the water met the dirt we were born on was somehow sacred, that the strips of colour on the flap of fabric waving above our heads were holy, that the way the light refracted off our skins defined our character. 

They drove their cars through us in Tahir Square and they took our pensions on Wall Street and then they told us we were going to jail because we shared songs with each other. 

I know that you do not have fat, bloated middlemen, I know the dictators have fallen, I know that the gatekeepers have all faded out and you live as earthlings, undivided by imaginary borders and differences. 

Because I know I was born here on the blue electric fields, in the democracy of ideas, in the new country. 

And this is a place worth dying for.

The Awkwardness Of Me

You make me say stupid things.