Patrick Parker

The Dove Keeper

The Anatomy of a Fall

We’re All Full Of Lies

Wind-up Toy

A Splitting Of The Mind

Rehabilitation

Mockingbird cry

While I’m still here by killerxshark

“The only thing that remained black and untouched by the delicate throwing of paint was Gerard’s door. It was a black beyond black; a shiny abyss that no one could see through. And out of all the glorious things painted on the huge wall it was that door that caught my eye. Not the detail put into each blade of grass on the hill, not the shadow figure in the street, not the pink and blue hands that overlapped creating a purple blob of a heart in the centre but this fucking black door that had nothing on it. But perhaps the reason it had nothing on it, was the reason I was so intrigued.