Goodnight 

Just watched A Study in Pink for the first time in so long. 

Sherlock showed genuine kindness even affection to John right from the start. 

“I’m in shock, look I’ve got a blanket” 

Wonderful episode.  

One of the things I really like about Sherlock is the wait between seasons. Gatiss and Moffat being another. It’ll never be sepia toned tv. 

Some people don’t like Martin Freeman because he can only be Martin Freeman. That’s exactly the reason I love his character. I like that “the boy next door” doesn’t have to be a beefed up superhero. I like that normal is allowed to be part of the insanity.  “Nothing happens to me” 

Hoping for a UK tour announcement very soon. 

Even the brightest of lights can leave you completely in the dark. 

Six weeks until spring. I long for lighter, warmer mornings. I’ve never liked winter and that feels tenfold now. How moods seem to stick at this time of year like cloud in a valley. 

Soon the crocuses will shoot up through the soil. Such tiny delicate flowers, but such lust for light. 

If anything is getting me through the darkness it’s the thought of the months ahead. Riding it out for now. 

I walked on the shoreline today. I felt the salt on my skin, I felt the cold wind cut right to my core. I felt alive. 

I dissected the remnants, the shards of what I’ve been left with and I felt the ache in my soul. 

Thankfully I have blank sheets of paper and feelings I’ll never be afraid to write down. 

Numb for a while, but never cold. Never that. 

Does my heart still skip a beat when I hear your voice or see you smile. 

Does it change anything? I’m not sure. 

Sometimes the slightest hint of moving forward makes you stop and look back. A last glance at what you’re leaving behind can make you question everything. 

Choices are clear though and It’s hard to keep chipping away at walls. People hide behind the barrier they choose. I’m tired of hiding now. 

Broken eyes. Do they see through the charade? Does it take something broken to understand? 

Just glances, but burning to the core, soul searching at depths you weren’t aware of. 

Touching distance, but without the need. On the surface it’s a quiet understanding, but you’re one step away from aching. 


I want to cover your eyes and pull you back against me. Whisper things I shouldn’t tell you, just to leave you breathless. 

I love touching you. I’d rather forget the colour of the sky than ever forget what that feels like. 

I’d rather crave you like this, ravenously than to have never know that total satisfaction.