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

i stood in the shame left by the blinding light of the lies you told

Some days every part is gold dust at home in the limelight a beacon in the depths of midnight. And some days the guilt pulls out monsters feasting uncontrollably in the dark.

I catch your eye with an outfit of carefully-curated words I say I just threw on quickly. Craving more of your attention, I dress up and strip down different parts of my body to leave you with a happy ending.

a forest an airport the moment -where did you last lose yourself?

I cried into the wind and she swept the hurt away

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.

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…

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…