I stole from Tom Waits

Lay your head on where my heart used to be Sweet whispers drowned under the sea Forgotten words and heartbeats Say goodbye with the last breath of defeat   Rest your head on the green grass Think of me sharp as the clouds pass And if the sky falls upon your head The memories will Read More …

At the clinic

Time has its unique tactics. Whenever I feel I am determined to go against it, I become tired, and it grows bigger than anything. Then a series of disruptive sleep and bleeding scalp find my way. I don’t think I’ve quite figured how to switch off yet. It seems my mum is worried and suspects Read More …