Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;