Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Phantom Limbs

And when we speak now, seldom as that is, the old language returns. I wonder if it makes old names make guest appearances in your mind. If you can feel the skin of my neck near yours one more time. Do you reach across the bed for a shape, no longer there. Do you remember it clearly or is it all just memories of memories. Is there still warmth from my fingers tracing the contours of your skin, left somewhere in your body. If you smell the smell of how I used to smell in a crowd, do you think of these things. Is something missing in everyone else's or someone new's voice. Will they never know quite how to laugh or breathe just behind your ear. Do they know what you look like when you want to leave a party, when you've had too much of people. Could they rebuild your body out of clay if they needed to, because they've touched it so many times. Does your back still arch the way it used to when I still kissed you.

Does an old singer sing an old song on an old radio.

Do the lyrics still shake your fucking soul.

Did it sound like this?

Monday, January 30, 2012

The Expanding Distance Between Two Points

Making you regret what you did to me is not 'me winning'.

It's everyone still losing.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Unexplaining Of I Wrote This For You

This is the end of product of several months of hard work and I need every single one of you to go here right now - then send it to your friends, family, loves, ex-lovers and everyone somewhere in between.

I love you.

I miss you.

Thank you.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

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.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

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?"


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

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.

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Awkwardness Of Me

You make me say stupid things.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Correct And Proper Way To Feel

"Is this how I'm supposed to feel now?"

"I don't know, I'll check the manual."


"It says that you're feeling the right way."

"What way is that?"

"It says that there is no right way to feel but, right now, after something like this happens, you do need to feel however you're feeling and that feeling this way, however you're feeling, is healthy."

"That doesn't sound very scientific."

"It has nothing to do with science."

"Does it say anything else?"

"It says you'll break something if you beat yourself up for the way you feel and that you won't be able to feel differently until you've finished feeling this feeling."

"Ok. How long will that take?"

"I don't know. How do you feel?"

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


We live on the cusp of a new era of enlightenment in the history of our species.

SOPA and PIPA, two bills currently under consideration in the US, threaten that era.

If these bills had existed when I first started writing I Wrote This For You, many people would have been too afraid to share it with each other and it would never have enjoyed the measure of success and popularity it has.

Those of you who are young may take for granted the global community we have fostered with each other over these last, short few years but I assure you, the freedom of speech and democracy of ideas created by the internet has been on par with the invention of language in terms of it’s impact on all of us.

Certain narrow-minded US Lawmakers would destroy one of mankind’s greatest inventions, purposely breaking it so as to briefly appease their paymasters. 

Like angry cavemen smashing the wheel because they do not understand it’s significance.

Those of us who are compassionate, who believe in furthering the causes of mankind and creating a better world for all, should not, cannot stand idly by while financial greed drives those who have power over you and me, backward, further into the dark.

Please, if you are an American citizen, contact your lawmakers and voice your opposition, let them know that if they pursue this cause of action, they have no place in the world we’re trying to build, let them know that you believe they should be permanently removed from their positions as decision makers if they support this, as the last thing they can represent if they choose to gag them, is people.

If you are not an American citizen, contact the American Embassy is your country and register your displeasure of this violation.

This is not an American issue and those who believe it is, do not understand how the internet works.

This is a global threat to the freedom of ideas and speech that has only just been born, that has only just learned how to walk.

And now, we must teach it, to fight.

There will be no I Wrote This For You today, nor Wikipedia, nor reddit, nor many others.
Join us.

-       - pleasefindthis.


Please read more by clicking here or watch this video and see for yourself what’s at stake. 

The Language Of Stars


To discover there's at least one other real person on planet Earth.


To discover that the aliens, can look just like you.

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Snow Falls On Forever (Hush)

You can't miss forever. 

No matter how close forever feels right now. 

You can't hurt forever. 

Even if your heart whispers in your ear and tries to convince you otherwise. 

You can't bleed forever. 

Sooner or later, you will either die or live. 

Neither of us can do anything for forever. 

Because forever passed away, long ago. 

Friday, January 13, 2012

The Hate Feeds The Hate

You say there is an 'us' and a 'them' and we must fight.

I say there is only an us. And we must love.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The War Against The Sea

You say that only a fool believes that everyone has some good in their heart. 

You say that only a fool makes music in their mind.

You say that only a fool loves hate back. 

You say that only a fool leans against the wind. 

You say that only a fool takes on a planet.

You say that only a fool holds out hope. 

You say that only a fool tries to fly. 

You say that only a fool fights the sea. 

Very well. 

I am that fool. And I will die fighting. 

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Loneliest Personal Ad

Introvert seeks someone you can't trust. Apply without. 

The State Of The Artist

You, as an artist, have the greatest responsibility of all. 

You are charged with trying to make people feel, in a world that tells them not to. 

You are tasked with speaking soft words, painting, playing, filming, writing moments of such magnitude and beauty that people rediscover their hearts one more (last) time. 

You are here to give meaning to the few decades we spend here. 

That is the reason you were sent to Earth. 

Monday, January 9, 2012

How We Won

Here are the three most important things for you to take out of this experience.


It was incredibly hard to choose and the standard of entry was phenomenal but, the winner of our competition is Steven Solis for the two pictures above (Jon likes the black and white one, I like the one on the street sign, both were taken by him). Congratulations. Send me your postal address so I can send you a signed copy of I Wrote This For You. 


The competition went so well, we're going to run another one. So, scroll down after point three to see how the next one will work.


This is actually quite big for some people I think: I Wrote This For You is now available in new, white tumblr flavour. Click here to check it out. It'll be updated at the same time as the main site and also include whatever we deem to be in the spirit of I Wrote This For You.


How To Win A Signed Copy of I Wrote This For You

Remember this?

To enter the next competition, you have to redesign/photograph/draw/interpret the message above, without changing the words. You could draw the words on your arm in sharpie, write it in the sand at the beach, paint it on a wall, whatever you think is best. 

Then, send it to me at pleasefindthis at gmail dot com. 

The most creative entry wins a signed copy of I Wrote This For You as well as my love and respect. 

The deadline is the 9th of February, so you have a month from today. 

I wish you all the joy in the world and hope everlasting.  

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Fractals Of Time Passing

Today you became a yesterday, when once you were a tomorrow. 

Friday, January 6, 2012

The Nature Of Science

I have theories about what it takes to talk to you again.

I have theories about what normal is supposed to feel like. 

I have theories about how many times a heart can be heard. 

Just theories. 

Thursday, January 5, 2012

You Can Now Order I Wrote This For You From Pretty Much Anywhere

[Edit: You can also get the paperback from http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/ which apparently also has free worldwide shipping. Click here.]

So late last night (for me) and early this morning (for my publisher) we hatched a cunning plan.

No matter where in the world you are, you can now click here to order the I Wrote This For You book directly from them.

Michelle, our wonderful contact, will liase with you over email, keep you informed of shipping costs and do her best to make sure the book reaches you.

I know it's been frustrating for a lot of people who haven't been able to get their hands on the book and I'm incredibly sorry for that, it's honestly all I've ever wanted from this. We've found out that the shipping costs through some local book stores, with their mark up, are more than the book itself, which is already quite pricey because it's got nearly 200 photographs in it (which are expensive to print) so hopefully this will be a better option.

You can still order it off amazon, Barnes & Noble and iTunes (if you've already got a copy, please take a moment to review the book on those sites, it'd mean the world to me.)

Stay beautiful.

The Breaking Of People

You can try being broken and you can try forgetting. All I know is I am no longer broken about the things I have forgotten.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The View From The Hospital

If you can't let go, you can't put your heart back in your chest.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The World Is A Monster

Scratching at the windows and the door, the world could not wait to kill us.

They got in so slowly, with distractions and memos, with forgotten dinners and missed calls.


The world could not wait to kill us.  

And I clutched you close, and I swear: I wished on every wish, that neither of us would fall.

But, no.

The world could not wait to kill us.

And we died.

Monday, January 2, 2012

The Feeling Of Someone Drawing You

And if you want to know the feeling I'm talking about, run your own fingers slowly through your hair, and pretend they're someone else's.