He stole all the happy words when he left,
Leaving me only the broken and sad.
But I’m slowly making new ones,
Forging them them slowly by hand.
And there is light in this darkness.
..what if I go to Victoria and buy these things and she doesn’t let me in?…
..I bought a ticket for a trip around the island..
..it cost me twenty, well it cost twenty but I got it for..
..and we were celebrating, because, you know, we knew them..
..I think she knows, by her saying this, she must know..
..of course it is; I said that to her..
..sweet. Well I’ll be there soon. Right. Ok. Sweet. See you soon bye..
..well that’s great..
..I’m not sure..
(Sitting listening to the snippets of conversations on the train and writing them down. Tiny life windows)