Friday, 26 March 2010


footsteps in the darkness
dimmed light
sweet smell and swirling smoke
warm cup of green tea
the sound of rain
soft whispers
a little butterfly trapped behind a window

Friday, 19 March 2010


And then you stand alone.

When everyone else is gone
you suddenly realise they
were never really there.

Oh what relief to worry
only about yourself and
forget all else, forget all.

Just stand alone.