

It does not care The world continues, though I belong to oblivion.It does not care
I am the odd one out because I will sit perfectly still on my bed or floor in the dead of night with my window open, just so I can listen to the traffic on the motorway and to watch the clouds pass slowly or swiftly by. Night time is the most peace I will ever know: The motorway rush becomes a part of the air breathing into my room- whispered, gone in a split second and brought back by the ever-flowing streams of vehicles making their fast way over the conc


Experiences: CrowsCrows everywhere. Blocking the light from sunset with outstretched wings made up of broken feathers: A dark omen, a bleak sign. All the glory of the golden rays absorbed in those shadow-black quills with no reflection or shine, just darkness, a small symbol of the draining away of day into the emptiness of night the soulless, rampant night without path or lamp to light the endless hours.Experiences: Crows
This was how the crow, at first resting on an opposite roof, but always with its' eyes on me, took off at speed and flung itself through the air at my window then swooped not a metre from the glass and rushed upwards to perch on


Experiences: Stormy NightI hadn't slept peacefully since the storms began. Nightly passages of turning from one side to the other, fluffing pillows, bolstering my cricked neck with deep cushions to find a more comfy place to rest until dawn. It didn't work, and I would half-dream of floods as the rain poured in sheets along with glass-sharp hail and the wind buffetted the window glass. The vibration stretched through the walls, a dull throb of shivering cold that could never quite be blocked out by brick and plaster. I would imagine the creek not two minutes away suddenly rising up, a thrashing and angry swell, tipping over its banks in a flash-flood and tExperiences: Stormy Night