I uncovered some old notebooks filled with small poems and anecdotes I managed to scribble down as the thoughts passed. To show them here gives them life and light finally, as I was too shy to share them at the time. As I attempt to unravel my half thought words and horrible writing, more will be shared.
(21/08/2007)
She stops to wonder where and why she's going.
Looks around to see what's going on,
Everything.
Everything is happening. All the time.
Matter is moving,
She is moving.
(19/07/2007)
And in easy dreams she sleeps. Finally. Wordless thoughts tonight; Pictures and images say everything that needs to be heard. Colours express emotion.
Bright: innocence/Dim: disappointment.
She's learning this new language. Decoding everything piece by piece. Her thoughts are her visual puzzle, telling a story on mute. A new way to listen.
Watch.
(25/10/2007)
She's elegant and swine.
The times she whispers,
Slits down your spine.
Her black streak lined with lace,
But she'll always smile
to your beloved face.