Diary

and then i said i'd ban the world
ban the ants
ban all lamps
ban being moody
ban feeling sad
ban ban ban
ban everything i simply can

Dear Moss on the Rock.
Thought a wild horse in this jungle deep had brushed you away. But you're back again, or perhaps you never went away.

Dear Brown path Painting.
You had to lead the way, or assure me there was some light. The power went out, and your colours from me now stand disguised.

Dear(est).
Oh dear. Dare i ask, why?

Dear heart warmer.
Much thanks for an evenings perfect start.

Dear Ink scrawled page.
Three such precious hours aren't spent with just anyone, somewhere.

Dear faith (mis)placed.
Known for a year that 'a gem is sought for, it does not seek'.. In a battle of two gems, would diamonds triumph ruby?

Dear(est), again.
Find my faith.
Please.

(It never hurts to be polite)