Just as I saw myself falling from the sky,nodding to the noble apple with aching eyes,betrayed by the hands that she trusted,I realised that I only had to see the Earth hurtling towards me if I held my eyes open,and so,they shut.Apple, close to my chest,pain, passing me by in the racing wind,and my dreams,shooting…

In the arms of the late afternoon,I dreamt I was another.Birdsong broke through the window,dancing with the soft light of a summer Sunday,and I was horrified,venturing so close to the sun that her face looked like the gates of Hell.

The thoughts of someone I barely think of keep me up at night.I tell myself that, anyway.All the time,it means nothing,it matters not,it is just rabid raindrops in the background,sprinkling all around me,but never close enough to bite.I am up all night,thinking of what you think of me,my pillow, playfully persuading that it’s not so…

Long love letters in the back of my diary,her spine stretches and snaps,sewn back together and dressed in tape.It’s when you smile.That’s when I know,that’s when we glow,that’s when my decades old diary yawns and yearns for one more page.