This Feeling Do you ever get that feeling? You know the one, like the whole world is aginst you, like there's not a single soul in the world that would bother to help you. I have that feeling, I get it a lot now days. It makes you feel invisible and sometimes it makes you feel like everybody is judging you. When I get that feeling I just want to bury my head in the sand, forget to world, create a dying hole. Other times a get a piece if paper, draw my feeling, a black scribble of dispare? A lone balloon, floating in a sky of tention, with clouds made out of tears passing by. Other times I'll just cry myself to sleep, most nights actually. I don't feel like I have a haven, a safe place to rest my head while all the sorrows around me busy themselves. I think many people get this feeling, but they don't admit it, this feeling has no name we can put a pen to but when we expierence it we know exactly what to say. This feeling makes us seperate from the rest of society, its a reject, and outcast of every other emotion. If this feeling was a song, it would be the saddest music to your ears but you'd keep listening because in some erotic way it makes you feel understood. Don't be afraid to admit this feeling, don't be afraid of the reprucussions.

Mother We could see all of the children, their happy smiling faces. They were so brave, mother had huddled us togther before we left she told us "don't look behind, your future is right before your eyes. Grab it! You don't want it to fade away. Grab it! Because you'll want the lasting memories of today." That was the last thing I ever hear her say, I mean, sure she wrote postcards and letters but it wasn't the same as hearing her high pitched laugh or feeling her warm breath beating down on you as she talked. She often smelt of fresh bread, and had a warm glow to her cheeks. Thats what living as a bakers wife does to you but when she was told why we had to leave she never felt the same. All those months counting down till we left. After we left she couldn't repair herself, thats what drove her. Now were six months on and us, the children of the mentally driven bakers wife were standing at her grave side. Six months earlier at the station you would have never predicted that four evacuees from London would now be four orphaned schoolboys.

The Sparkle Of A Dream It dosn't always have to end. The sweet kiss of a good nights sleep can last forever if you fight for it. A dream can take you in to your own wonderland, some people don't understand how remarkable your adventures are in this glorious land of your hearts desires. Some people just don't understand how a simple dream, how a simple memory can inspire such thoughts. Whether it's a girl falling down a rabbit hole or the nights sky pierced with diamond stars. A dream lets you travel without leaving your seat.