(2015 – I am unsure now whether I wrote this or not! Think this is a friends words copied out into this diary….I vaguely remember writing this out in a dimly lit room, a friend silhouetted against a trees-in-sunlight, rectangle window. She was holding a guitar and it was summer.)
“I walked alone in the forest,
But the dark silence did not hold my fears.
I sat high in the mountains,
But the quiet solitude was not born of loneliness.
I swam deep in the oceans,
But the world that lay beneath did not threaten me.
I floated down the river of madness,
But the rushing waters did not drown my purpose.
I wandered for a year in the desert,
But the heat of the sun did not destroy my body.
I walked through the fires of hell,
But the devil’s flames did not consume me.
Now I wander in the city street
And the greyness of the water is trying to steal my spirit.
I sleep with a need to dream
Colour awakens my soul and
I am alive again.”