What are we going to do now...

a little too late

...How strange is this fog?
Please don’t talk about the weather

We were too young
I know
I know you know, you told me.
When?
When we were too young.

Oh.
That makes you sad?
A little, but it’s okay. (Lie)
I think you don’t really remember,
No I don’t, when was it?
No, I don’t think you remembered anything that happened between us.
You weren’t really there, you still aren’t quite and, well maybe you never will. I’m just saying it wasn’t just that we were too young, just, you were never mine, and it certainly wasn’t love. but everything is fine now.
Fine!
Yes fine, and that’s a good thing.
I’ve changed in a thousand different ways, too.
Really? I know, I know.
I eat dark chocolate and brussel sprouts
Well you obviously have grown up.




can you feel it?

I saw playing with my brother, and I had been captured and my hands had been tied behind my back. I had tried to escape and was running, and laughing, laughing too much. and I fell and couldn’t break my fall, my chin hit the pavement. There was blood everywhere. It was so gross. My mum cried when she saw me with blood running down my chin and my some teeth missing.

And you, any war wounds.

Not really...I do have four little ones on my chin just under my lip. I was having tea, fish fingers and beans at a girls house that I wasn’t really friends with, I must of been seven maybe even younger and she just threw a fork right at my face. I was so embarrassed I didn’t move, I didn’t even touch to see if it was bleeding. I just ignored the fact that it had happened. When her mother came in to check up on us, she saw me sitting there with blood dripping down. I don’t remember much else
what awful thing I must I have said to deserve that.




I was looking for it in you

I have this childhood memory of my parents fighting, they didn’t often and even less in front of me. My mother was washing up as they were shouting at each other. For the life of me I can’t remember why, it was just so. He must have said something so awful that she slapped him across the cheek. But what was so amusing was that her hands were covered in soap bubbles and as she swung her hand the bubbles flew into the air and covered his face. And that was that they said nothing to each other, and even a smile crossed their faces. My father stopped shouting and eventually walked away from her and that fight was never continued again. I just assumed that it was always going to be this way with you. That we too have a silver lining...