Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Photographic evidence

Old photographs of happy times make me feel sad, even if the people in them are still in my life. They remind me of a changed friendship or changing times. If the person isn't in my life anymore, photographs of us smiling together make me wish they were.

I hate seeing my scars in photographs. I never hide my scars anymore, but catching sight of them in a photo is like seeing them on someone else, it sends a jolt through me.

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

finding a voice

I want to talk but I don't know who I want to talk to or what I want to say.

For so many years I haven't said anything and now I don't know where to start. Things I can't define even in my head.

This is not the time or the place. I'm not sure there is a time or a place.