Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The 7908th Day
You could get on my motorbike and we could drive to a lake. We could talk about what it means to be you, what it means to be me, what it means to love and what it means to be us. And in 20 years' time, we could look back on this day and know that we meant what we said.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Trees That Decided Not To Die
As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs.
I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time.
I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white.
I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that's never been sung.
Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world.
Perhaps that somewhere is here.
Perhaps that someone, is you.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Lipstick On The Window
The Crowd Has Nothing To Envy
Monday, March 22, 2010
The Truth Is Ugly
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
The End Of The Old Game
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The Great Burning Of Supper
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Stranger In You
Monday, March 1, 2010
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