Shatter

And the house is empty again.

It's when darkness comes that the mind flows. The day came to an end. The work is done.. today's and tomorrow's.

And I started thinking about writing. I love doing it but, it a writer's block always comes. And so, my fingers slide through, up, on the keyboard and letters join to form words. Disconnected words join to make sentences, but the ideas still fly, and the sentences become non-sense texts about absolutely nothing.

I am thinking of Assessment Worksheets. Parts and times and timetables and the end of the school year is near, Ffs… the end is near!

And listening to music. I always listen to music when writing. It's nice. It's relaxing. But sometimes, one absolutely random music pops to bring memories. Ghosts from the past.

The best weeks are this ones. The ones one starts thinking of "songs of ice and fire". I like them. They are my own way of meditating.

I wish I could remember my first memory. I would like to describe it to you. But I can only remember the lack of …. the lack of… the lack of… I can't even remember what lacked me whilst a youngster.


It's a funny thing.. Last week I dreamt of you. It's always the same dream. We were walking around somewhere, together. Holding hands. You looked what me, I stared at you and your face vanished and I shattered. But, despite being broken I could still sing:

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again."