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the secret life of my shadow

Write about the secret life of your shadow. (Today’s adventure) – 12-04-16 Today the dark haze, my silhouette, a shade in my shape, explored Borough High Street. By that I mean walk around St. Christopher’s Inn five times, passed by King’s College London six times, walked through London School of Commerce and passed under the towering Shard, momentarily disappearing beneath its shadow. After…

an ode to a stranger

An Ode To A Stranger there’s a stranger sitting on my left. white short hair. violet glass frames. a little bound notebook. alone in the four seater section of the train with the gleaming wooden surface table. out of the corner I think I saw her see me take out my notebook and write. or maybe I was just seeing things. she’s sketching now, the sound of pencil against paper, oddly calming, a…

12-04-16  [09:59am] train to London on my own for the first time something strange just happened, the buzzing noise, you know, the one the train makes as it speeds across metal rail tracks? the clanking, rattling buzz that penetrates your ears but soon becomes a gentle lull, a soothing ,murmur? it just cut off completely – leaving silence and the smudged sounds like cotton wool over your ears. it…

when…

when expectations and society rules the ground when the air around you is difficult to be around when the house is cold and green and grey when words leave you and you don’t know what to say. [21:39pm] image by Sarah Longworth @ Flickr.

hazed memories; fragmented scenes

08-04-16 hazed memories; fragmented scenes in this white space where you don’t know where you’ve been. when childhood blurs with yesterday and sanity is barely kept at bay; when days are filled with smoke forgetting what the hours took. yet if you delve deeper darkness descends and now, you can no longer pretend. [21:34pm] image by still night, still light @ Flickr.

68. mirror mirror [00:05am] mirror, mirror on the wall why are there days when I feel small? when the world seems ever so tall, when my feet can’t carry me, what if I fall? mirror, mirror on the wall I do wonder about it all about what I’m meant to do, about my call but what if I choose wrong, what if I fall? mirror, mirror on the wall I don’t think I can climb this wall the bricks are thick, but…

64. LOOK UP [01:12am] whenever I look up from the ground I’m struck by the sheer size of the world how the skies are never the same, the clouds bound to a destination unknown, petals unfurled. the wind sometimes whispers a gently buzz against earphones sometimes they shout, the music whimpers the wind cries on and on and on… in some nights the lamplights glow like the stars above have fallen…

where we’re from there’s no sun

30-01-16 60. where we’re from there’s no sun [00:29am] where we’re from, there’s no sun a place where there’s nowhere to run our hometown’s always in the dark no single light left, not even a spark.   they say to stay well away from the dark and all the grey there, people are empty and hollow, they say for darkness led them astray.   the lights is where life is they murmur, shout and hiss they…