The Children Of Time (Reading)

To thank everyone for their support over the years which has lead to our recent publishing deal, here's a video clip of moths flying outside my house, while I read The Children Of Time

The Universe Ended And I Watched

There's no noise out here.

Unless you listen closely, in which case, you can still hear the echoes of the first word.

There's no reason to be afraid of shadows.

Unless you've seen where they keep them.

There's no mystery in your blood.

Unless you remember your minerals and metals all come from the ghosts of distant stars.

But other than that, nothing.

This Has Happened

Dear You,

How have you been?

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything of real length and I am sorry for that. Life’s been pretty chaotic over the last few months. I got hijacked at gunpoint (and got over it). Jon, the photographer for I Wrote This For You, has moved from Japan to Germany. Some important people lived or died. The world turned and clocks, quite audibly, tocked. I went on hiatus for a month to deal with things.

I was not idle. Things happened. I will try my best to construct my next sentences in a way that accurately portrays them.

I Wrote This For You now has a publishing contract with ireadiwrite. I Wrote This For You, put in the order in which things happened and complimented by a series of unique entries, will become available in a variety of different formats in the coming months, many of which you’ll be able to hold in your hands.

As of several hours ago, while I was sleeping, it became possible to subscribe to I Wrote This For You on your kindle.

It is Saturday morning, 11:00am, I am writing this in my pajamas and asking you to please go to this link

http://www.amazon.com/I-Wrote-This-For-You/dp/B004ZLG5ZE

and let the world know how you feel about I Wrote This For You. Like it if you do, in fact, like it. It would mean a lot to us and if you can’t subscribe yourself or don't have a kindle (I don't), simply telling someone about it, posting this letter or tweeting a link will be just as truly and sincerely appreciated (if you write ‘iwrotethisforyou.me’ on a napkin in a restaurant or on your arm or on somewhere where it can be found as it was intended to be, you will win a place in my heart forever and I’ll post photos to the facebook group if you do).

It is now getting cold here, on this side of the world. I will build a fire soon. I checked my mail on my phone at 7:48am this morning and haven’t been able to go back to sleep.

I had to let someone know. Thank you for reading and for listening and for writing. You mean more than the world to me. Thank you.

- Me.

Writer of I Wrote This For You.

PS. I miss you and hope that things will always be better. With any luck, if things go very, very well, I may even see you soon.

The Strangest Books

You've written my story backwards. You've taken my chapter out your book. Now I'm just a prologue. A dedication.

For you.

The Passport Photos

If you worry about how you look when you smile, you are doing it wrong.

The Last Trip Out

This train goes straight through your heart but doesn't stop at the station. This train goes straight through your smile when someone names all your feelings. This train rides the contours of your skin. And I am banging on the windows, trying my best to get out.

The Dragons That Ate The Sun

It's just the giant you live next to, turning in his sleep.

It's just the waves you dive under, crashing against the shore.

Just a bad day at an office, you might still work at.

Just a few thousand hearts not beating.

Just a million days lost beneath the waves.

Just some pictures on the TV.

Just minutes.

Just water.

Just now.

It'll just be us.