Stars pepper the sky. A solitary lamppost reaches up towards them. It’s a doomed endeavour, for an incandescent bulb is weak, its filament will burn out, the electrons tire. But for now, in the early hours of this Tuesday morning, this lamppost’s light reaches. Up towards the sky.

The lamppost stands on an empty quay. The wind blows against the river, cold and dusty, and the water laps beneath. If anyone were here, they might see the city lights reflected in its ripples. But there is no one here, and the wind moves and the water laps and the light reaches and glistens. The vastness of the dark velvet sky, blurring into black, echoes out the emptiness. It is a lonely time, this two-three-four, but pregnant with possibility. For seeds need space to grow. For music needs silence to matter. For it’s time, not joy, at the heart of growth.

So, here, the in between time, in the space where no one goes, and the ever hopeful, expectant and disappointed lamppost. Here, this empty quay, in time, will watch the sun rise, the water glow pink and gold, and the people come, big and small.

There is a saying that actions speak louder than words, but

if we did not have words, we would not have such a saying.

If we did not have words, we couldn’t communicate.

Have you every very played charades? Acting everything out without words...

or Pictionary... drawing everything without using words...

words have power far greater than actions. They express, the preserve, they inspire.

Every single time you feel like complaining, think about all you have. Is it freinds or family? Is it food in your belly? Or is it the simple ability to be able to breath? If you can read this that must mean that you learned how to read, whch means you've had an education. You're acsessing this on the Prose so you must have internet, and a computer. Think of all the wonderful things that you have. can you hear the water? See the rose, smell the flowers. Think of all the little things in life that make you happy, and all the things that you have.

You have reached _____. Please leave a message after the tone.

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sultry, confident voice:

“Hey, me here, from the date yesterday...just calling to say hey...”

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”...anyway...”

shy, panicked voice:

″...uh, I don’t know what else to say! Uh, goodnight? Love you? Bye!”

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Sent: October 2009

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We thought of creating

A world, together..

With my violets

And your blues.

Nothing’s left of us,

Just a shattered constellation,

Blinking pain,

Useless tattoos.

To build with you,

I broke myself.

I’ll pick up the stars now,

And go back.

I'll start from the nebula,

Not from the black hole.