I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…