It loved to watch the birds, to race galloping creatures below, often pretending to lose.

One morning, not unlike many others, it was resting atop a mountain watching the sun rise, basking in the warmth of the sun and the twittering of the birds.

It’s funny how much can change in a moment.

It was now drifting in silence surrounded by what looked like asteroids. The warmth of the sun felt like a distant memory. How many moments had passed in between? It did not know.

Beyond the asteroids, far in the distance, it could make out vague shapes. Amongst them, one it almost recognised - a segment of a shattered sphere. The ship recognised the ocean, now spilling into the black of space. It had once felt the mist from that ocean, many years ago. It would not skim that ocean again.

It slowly became aware of the structure - gargantuan, black, looming in the dark. It hung weightlessly above what was once the ship’s home, barely visible, quietly consuming the remains. Methodically, mechanically, it tore through the wreckage, scattering crumbs into the void - rocks, dust, fragments of what once was.

The ship found itself drifting in silence surrounded by what looked like asteroids.

There was no asteroid belt here before.

Holding me tight,
A little too tight
Holding me close
Hold me closer

A drop rolls down my face,
Another races to my chin,
One is stopped,
By upturned lips.

Is it today or tomorrow,
Maybe it’s yesterday,
Is that the sun I see,
Or is it the moon?

There’s the roses again,
Is that how rainbows smell?
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
All around me.

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The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Sitting here quietly,
At the railway station of life,
Quietly watching lovers and friends,

As they say their fond farewells,
As they pray for the train to be delayed
so they may spend another minute together,
just one more minute,
just one more second.

As they wait with baited breath,
For the train to arrive,
So they may say their enthusiastic hello’s.

I am not sad,
that I sit here alone,
for I love you,
with all my heart,
and it matters not,
not a little bit,
that you do not love me

💡 Note
The date of writing this is unclear. All I know is that it was before May 2007

Who but you my love,
Can brighten my day,
The saddest of days,
The hardest of days,
The most frustrating days,
With but a smile.

Who but you my love,
Can make me feel rich,
When I have lost,
All that I had built,
With my blood, sweat and tears,
When you embrace me.

Who but you my love,
Of all the people,
In the whole wide world,
Who but you my love,
Can break my heart.