Ah. A frozen smile and Winter eyes.

Sometimes there is a moment in your life that you remember, if vaguely, forever. You compare then to now and then to the future.

It's a bottle of hard cider: sweet and rotten, relaxing and toxic I drank it: tasting joy and sorrow, strolls in warm idyllic countrysides, sickness and metaphoric gutters I've slept in,

Let’s talk about the end of everything

I saw something at the weekend, and it changed the way I see the world. It was nothing special, no big epiphany or massive Feng-Shui style life change. Non of that superficial bullshit.

Reflection is all I see. A plain copy. Old brown leaves crunch. My bare toes part a trail through what used to be a town full of life.

A mother, missing her grown-up son.

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