Orbital (16th September, 2008, 2.39pm) When You approach, my heart rises and swells, blood bubbles to the surface, magnetised, wells like magma at the centre of a planet. Orbital.

She had been about to depart from the space station which was her world on a small space craft, bound for a planet which she had discovered in a dream within a dream.

for better and worse, dedicated to Nirvana's Kurt Cobain, who's been on the cover of "The Rolling Stone" most often I admit there's plenty of times, for shows of strength and well-being,

I should have taken speed to have an excuse for the way the pen is racing across the page of this notebook bought from WH Smith A6 Notebook Barcode 0071 4648 I can give you the phone number

the phone lays silent on a pub table in the shadow of the pint protecting it embracing it yet it remains stubbornly silent taunting me with inactivity teasing me it's taking the piss

I feel released, afloat flying through blue skies without a parachute not knowing where I will land

no cutting edge modernity here either.....

You left today Waved goodbye and got on that plane There was nothing I could say After I Love You You left to defend the world From fearsome monsters and dangers untold But you left me here