Monday, October 30, 2017
The Day My Reflection Took My Place
We were walking past the lake, when my reflection took my place.
It held your hand and watched you slowly drift away from me.
It threw a plate against a wall the night after you left, when it relealised you were never coming back.
It drove around for hours on its own, not knowing where to go.
It held the phone, not knowing who to call.
And this is the only way I can explain to anyone what I'm doing, underneath the water.
Monday, October 23, 2017
The Living And The Brave
There is no bravery in a gun.
Brave is saying no to the comfort that kills you.
There is no bravery in a fist.
Brave is singing Kumbaya softly to a screaming baby.
There is no bravery in a flag.
Brave is holding onto the air itself to stop yourself from falling into yourself.
There is no bravery in a crowd.
Brave is knowing who you are, even when everyone else doesn’t.
There is no bravery when it's easy.
Brave is carrying on and on, and looking and finding all the angles and all the keys, and turning every single one.
There is no bravery in bright light.
Brave is fighting the sun itself for the right words to talk yourself off the ledge.
There is no bravery in hurt.
Your bravery is kneeling on the ground.
In the end, your bravery is living.
Brave is saying no to the comfort that kills you.
There is no bravery in a fist.
Brave is singing Kumbaya softly to a screaming baby.
There is no bravery in a flag.
Brave is holding onto the air itself to stop yourself from falling into yourself.
There is no bravery in a crowd.
Brave is knowing who you are, even when everyone else doesn’t.
There is no bravery when it's easy.
Brave is carrying on and on, and looking and finding all the angles and all the keys, and turning every single one.
There is no bravery in bright light.
Brave is fighting the sun itself for the right words to talk yourself off the ledge.
There is no bravery in hurt.
Your bravery is kneeling on the ground.
In the end, your bravery is living.
Monday, October 16, 2017
The Good Engine
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
The Sky Is On Fire
Monday, October 9, 2017
The Eternal Echo
I know how you felt when I touched you, because I know how I felt when you touched me. So you cannot tell me that you do not think of it often, or wonder why no one will ever be able to touch you like that, again.
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Thank you for your time, and thank you to everyone who's give the new book such an incredibly warm welcome into the world,
Me
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
The Egg Timer Of Infinite
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