The Traveller

I am just the hand you touch when you reach for the air, I am just the nerve signal, moving along the wires in your body, I am just trying to reach your heart to make it beat, one more time.

The World Is Not As Dark As It Seems

You can't hate everyone. You haven't even met most of them.

The Blue Blood

You were born royalty to those who made you.

They took their crowns and placed them at your feet.

They swapped their robes for working clothes and went to till the fields.

So that one day, you might take off the crown they'd given you and you might give it to someone, new.

And then go and work the fields.

The Coldness Of Stone

It's not the things you don't want that drag you under. It's the things you think you want.

Those, are the killers.

The Words That Leave On Last Breaths

Sometimes I wonder if you've only got a certain number of words and sentences in your head and if you use them all up, you get quiet.

Maybe that's why the young have so much to say, while the old hold what little words they have left so close and so tightly in their hearts.

The Light And Shade

The darkness is hidden from you, only by the light.

The Dark Flames Burn So Bright

I'd like to show you a news report without a calm voice, where the woman at the desk, just breaks down and cries and the only narrative to the horrible pictures, is a series of screams, where the only soundbite, is the sound of weeping.

I'd like the presenter to cross live to an anchor, who rips his shirt and beats his chest, as he clenches his jaw, as the tears sting his eyes.

I'd like to show you a talking head, who stands at the gates, shaking them, rattling them, screaming out into the fire:

No.

#Kiev