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?

The Expanding Distance Between Two Points

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

It's everyone still losing.

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.

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.

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?"

"Same."

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."