The Past is Forever Present.

I was going through my things just now, when I came across an old love letter from my ex. I used to find them everywhere, under the pillow, in my wallet, in my pocket, beside a cup of tea...

I keep them all in a little box of dusty memories. I sometimes wish I was the sort of person that burned their bridges and moved on without ever looking back. I never let go. Some would say that you can not let go of love. There is a line in the English Patient that goes something like: Every night I rip my heart out, but in the morning it is full again. How true. I think it best to try and leave your heart where it is and acknowledge the fact that you are a prisoner of sorts. All the more reason to hope that you find a kind jailer. One day, you may be given the key.

I thought I would post this note because that which is loved is never really lost. In memory, love lasts forever.



The message inside the star: Please, let us be forever, I don't know if I'd like the world without you xxx

Sun on my Tongue

Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma in the old fashioned way.
I have only known happiness by the sun on my face
And the kindness of strangers so full of grace.

So sing to me darling sweet baby,
Rock-a-bye my troubles and my cares away
Wrap me up in a lullaby
And I'll try, oh I'll try not to cry

When I'm

Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma 'cos she has gone away.
The hardest task to be sent from above,
Is to dig the grave of someone you love.