A few years back, well quite a few now if I’m completely honest. I found myself in a very dark and lonely place. I was quite literally on the brink, I found myself walking to my favourite park with the simple plan of jumping into the Thames to end it all. Now in truth that jump would probably not have killed me, in fact the worse I could probably expect it is have ended up with a rather nasty infection from having to swim through the dirty water to get out afterwards but I hadn’t really thought about the exact details of what would happen after I jumped. In the movies they jump and that’s it but the intent was there none the less.
I had a little notebook in my pocket and I started to write what I thought would be the final thing I ever wrote, suffice to say that it is not how it turned out. I started simply with “If you are reading this...” and I planned to just write “then you are reading my last thoughts” but I ended up with a notebook full of very random and strange thoughts about how and why the person who was reading it would want to read it in the first place. I tried to justify my reasons for writing it in the place, and then I tried to justify my reasons for doing what I planned to do. I was sat there for hours and by the time the book was full I still hadn’t really said everything i wanted to say I found myself turning back to the first page and reading that first line again “If you are reading this...” and I wondered again who would that person be and what would the things I wrote mean to them. If I read someone’s very last thoughts how would I feel what...
the moon did shine and the stars did play
the sun came out and they ran away
*I was inspired to write this as soon as I saw WhenIWasLittle's beautiful drawing. It took me a few days to get around to it and I must admit I totally forgot to post it until I...
all through time and space the shooting stars played chase
Chilldren see the world as it should be seen, with beauty in all things and an innocence abound With joy in their heart and a gleam in their eye A world of beauty vision and sound
It is a strange thing to wish to die,
When I tell people my plans they laugh and sigh,
But to cross the veil of the great divide,
I think, would be, one hell of a ride!
It is something...