My words are not meant for you, they are mine and mine alone. I am not telling you what to do, I am just reminding myself of who I am. I am not writing your creation, I am leaving that to you. I am writing my own story about where I have been and how far I can go.

Alleyways in moonlight, empty darkness dancing up and down creaking stairs of flight. The rattling of a captured Rat, chained to a bin escape no luck. Graceful movement Cats moving in pondering who will make the kill. Alleyways in moonlight darkness all around true reflections of life in our blessed town.

YOUR WORDS move mountains and reduce gravel to dust YOUR WORDS mend broken hearts and turn forests to ash YOUR WORDS bring tears of joy and turn nectar to bile YOUR WORDS straighten backs and turn bravery to fear YOUR WORDS charms and entices and crumble bones of lovers YOUR WORDS mean all and nothing when love turn to hate and reality perish

As the yrs went by, yr  skin went from soft  and pink to grey and  hard, the canyons of  ageing, the yr cutting  through flesh strong till the end but  finally dying yr still in my heart. — To fakesurprise re the excessive use of “yr”

I didn’t see the cracks in the floor, widening as the weeks went by. Candles not burning as bright as they had through the years gone before. The rocky road, the tumble and the falling. Fear an absentee with the safety net approaching. Deeper and deeper in the well of life, through the endless lies, no net in sight.