6 years. 3 years. When will I learn.

I guess you never really get over your past. You think you finally have a strong foundation in a friendship. But it had the same holes as all the others; well the one other. They’re harder to see. Sugar coated. Rose coloured. But everything that you thought you had. You realise it was never really there. The same deal. You’ll never be the one to talk to.

So why do sail boats travel the seven seas?

Friendship is not the only ship to never sink. It’s the only one to crash to the bottom of the sea and dent the whole earth. To rust in the deep sea. 

Why sail the sea when there’s land to see?

Friendship is the only ship that can be anchored as easily as drifting and dissapearing. 

Because the water is endless. 

And once lost it is lost forever. 

The open blue will never leave. 

You will never leave me. 




Push into the skin

So that it turns white

Press harder

Till you’re sure




Break and you’re in


and feel



See Crimson




And the instant regret.


And then the push.


Rabbit, Rabbit on the wall

Rabbit, Rabbit why so tall?

Towering, towering you look so queer

Towering, towering full of fear

Why so worried bunny?

‘I’m feeling rather funny,

my chopsticks are too small for my hands

so I can’t eat this Chinese and have to stick to canned.’







Forgot the turmoil,
The ever suffering?
It’s right around that corner
Shrouded, protected by the darkness of the alley
Sitting lonely on the cardboard.
But don’t mind it;
Ear buds in;
Hands in pockets;
Walk on;
Walk on.

But what’s this?

Behind you!

A mass of black duffel coat
Shaking a paper cup.

Walk on duffel coat;
Walk on.

Bow your head and start to dart
Weaving in and out of people
Look around
Growing bigger
Black wires sprouting from the top of the coat
Ragged hair as if it has taken over the whole head
It moves faster

The beads of sweat on your forehead grown.


A bus!


Jump on the back!

It’s almost gone!


Caught just as it was breaking from the curb
Breathing in and out, turn around, down the street
It’s gone.

Thank God.

Take out the coins from your pocket to pay your fare

And there in the conductors hand

A small paper cup.