Monday 16 May 2011

twenty-seven

There is an anger that you cannot contain and you know you should not fight back but the pure fucking indecency that someone could talk to you like that.

Monday 2 May 2011

twenty-six

Disappeared.

And the most exciting thing that has ever happened to you does not get one congratulations from the people you thought knew you best. Third hand news and seeing clearly for the first time in years; this week is going to wear you down. Just...a...little...longer... Remember the goal. Always one goal in mind, so fucking clear you can see it when you close your eyes, taste it when you lick your lips. Nothing else matters right now, and you can forget them like they forgot you. A decade of silence. Bare feet on terracotta tiles. "Perennial and calm, but most of all...free."