The Phone Call

Someone phoned me the other day trying to get in contact with you. I told them it'd been a while since I'd last seen you and I didn't have your number anymore. They miss you. They want to talk. You should phone them.

The Weather And You

Time passes. Snow falls. I miss you.

The Craft of Being

Take your time and craft the things you do. Love them. Love the process. God is in the details. And you can be an artist in everything you do.

The Way Things Happen

Everything that needs to happen, will happen, in the time that it takes to happen, the way it was meant to happen. You need to trust in that.

The Steps You Take

Put one in front of the other one. Focus on that and everything else will fall into place. One step at a time. You get there in the end.

The Intrusion

You are well within your rights to stand up, interrupt everyone around you and say "This is not who I am. This is not what I want. I'm sorry, but you've mistaken me for somebody else."

The Place I Found

This is where I write something for you. This is where I sit down and open a vein. This is where I miss you. This is where I try and find the feeling of prickled skin. This is where I push the headphones closer. This is where I tell you what I think. This is where I tell you what I know. This is where I tell you that it’ll all be ok. This is where I talk to a stranger who isn’t a stranger. This is where I keep my peace, hope, love and happiness. This is where the wind blows. This is the mulberry bush. And around and around we go.