follow me
go where you don't know
never will you let my love be grown

will you leave behind
kind hostile stare
will you answer me?

you blind
I will set free
and never will you kiss
and admit to you and me

you hide
I name the fear inside
will you reshape my sight in you

echoes let me follow you

Am I the one you can’t replace?
Then tell me now, what did we share?
A brief encounter, a chance to change-
Because I knew you?
A game I played, and shared, and won
A lie I spun, and grew, and laced
And I need to see you now.
Like I’ll need to see you then
And I don’t think I want to see you again
Did we even share?
What did we make?
There’s one person I can’t replace
I’m sure you will
What did we even share?

Please don't follow me,
Trust that I'd never just leave,
And that when I do walk away,
I'll always come back.

We could lie here forever.
I could, easily.
Because I won't move first.
Let's play dead. Lie very, very still.
Till someone calls mercy.
I'll win. I always win.
I can out-stubborn you.
Because we can't lie here forever.
But I won't move. Not until you do.
And I'll still lie here wishing you hadn't.
It makes me think.
Could we lie here forever?
Do you move for the sake of the world around us?
Someone has to call it a day.
Before it starts to get ridiculous.
Before they start to miss us.
I question your commitment to lying here forever.
Wasn't that the plan?
No. No, you move.
You move because I won't.
I'll call you the strong one.
I'll wish we could lie here forever.
We'll try again tomorrow.

It's about the deconstruction of language,
It's about a speech event model put into practice,
It's about challenging the meaning of the sign,
It's about the digression of language,
It's about how language relates to our understanding of the world around us,
It's about hypothetical theory,
It's about metaphors, and linguistics, and the science of language.

Anything, to say it's not about you.

I’m sitting beside my inner child,
Watching a God spin a silver web.
A knowing warning shared between us,
Two sisters caught in metallic awe.
Your warning stirs something in me.
‘Don’t get too close.’
This silver web that scars.
Does such beauty hold such danger?
I want to get closer.
To this web. To this God.
I want to be one. I want to be it.
I want it. This purity.
I see your mystery reflected in your spinning silver web.
Spun by a God.

I see you now.
You complain. You tire. You fuss.
Remind me.
Gods have imperfections.

There I was, waiting in my world for a guide to step outside. The first thing I did, when I reached the other side, was walk. It's so easy to move forward with the breeze at your back, and the grass beneath your feet, and the sun making the sky the most inviting shade of brilliant blue. The trees parted and the ground flattened as I stood before my equal. A beautiful anachronism, so imposing and awkward in this rolling sea of green, I felt immediately akin to it. But the more I encircled it, the more I realised how desperately it fit. Its hues were soft and subtle, its stone structure had nicks and faults, as ageless and as natural as the trees that kept their distance. There had to have been a day when it had felt as I did, new-born, intruding, unwelcome. It had turned from being a flame for my defiance, to a glimmer of hope, not as bright as the initial fire, but far more enticing.