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. 

What lies beneath the surface of all the words we’ve said. Moments suspended it time inside our heads.

Does this eventually become just another part of my past. Time well spent, but not built to last. 

When these hands become still and the words fade away. Will the images of you still captivate my day.

Amongst the embers of this fire where the heat used to be. Still entwined in my soul lie the bones of you and me. 

When the world drops out of everything and the panic fades to silence. When we’ve stopped screaming blame at every warning we were given. When regret feels like a welcoming stranger. It will be too late. 

Sometimes under those clear night skies with you, nothing outshone the beauty of your presence. No distant galaxy however wondrous could ever compete. Stars fade and we don’t even notice, in the blackest skies one glistening jewel is like the rest, but you are irreplaceable. 

I can be clandestine. I can be all of the secrets you’ve ever kept. I’m not here to shine I’m just here to breathe. 

Without words everything is simple. No communication allows us to go blindly forward whilst changing nothing. That’s the point isn’t it. To change is to become active and face the things we fear. 

To sit in silence and watch is the easy option, but eventually you become the very thing you despise most. The cause, the know all, the do nothing, the one who let it pass unhindered. 

“Nothing is worth too much effort” If you can’t buy it it’s not worth anything much. And so it goes that we fill the emptiness with the inanimate and on occasions we’ll wipe the dust off. 

We love what surround ourselves with.