It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

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

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

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

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.

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.