Guide me through the Big stuff, the Scary stuff. What do i say? Tell me what to say. Tell me what to say and i’ll say it! What do i want? Tell me what i want. Tell me what to want and i’ll want it! How do i feel? Tell me how i feel. Tell me what to feel and i’ll feel it! You know what? It’s all pretty Big And Scary. Tell me it all. -Wilfully Impressionable
Am I done yet?
I feel like a draft of myself — Could some budding artist fold me up and carry me to their studio pin me up high or lay me out flat, I don’t care… just rub out the parts that don’t feel right, smudge over past versions still on show, my canvas is exposed, incomplete. Pull out your brushes and paints, enhance my colours that are fading away. and while you’re there, please scale my proportions properly to frame.
This is what your clickbait articles smell like
It’s not shit. — Early on, I read what you wrote on here. But one day I had an itch. I picked up your how-to articles and complimentary comments, careful not to drop a single word. I clenched them with both fists and wrung out a stale sweat, no lavender or rosemary only desperation…
The Sun and The Water
A love story — “hold my image in yours”, the sun said to the water. “I’ll stay solid and you’ll shiver; ripples rise and fall. The trees, the buildings, and the humans will see us part ways from the horizon but you and I will blush, turning the earth’s sky and bodies of water…