Friday, 31 October 2014


Imagine the worst kind of haunting... a persistent memory that won't leave - a person, a place, a feeling - a veritable ghost. Maybe at first a comfort, then a dull ache, a sharp pain, a fear, a fate.

Loss and grief and regret and guilt make good torture. Yes, lots of that.

'And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing...'

'purge the soul...'

Wednesday, 15 October 2014


A rediscovery of memories tonight. Memories that are a pool of light. Memories that are heavy... weighted in gold. Holding on, letting go - either or -  is hard. Easier to just lose them. Forget. Erase. Fast forward. Blank.

'I don't really know where the world is 
but I miss you now...'

'I'm not ready for the weight of us...'

'Does anybody really know if it's the end or the beginning?... It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed...'

'I would have loved you all my life...'

All these songs from my recent re-watching of The Vampire Diaries. Yes I'm a 'sucker' for para-romance with a high emotional (and for me, nostalgia) content. 

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

October Melancholy

Some days are just tainted with melancholy in autumn aren't they, an undeniable flavour of nostalgia.