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not sure really. / maybe someone çan explain it for me.

These stories are all arriving out of order, but we’re getting there. Martin had not long returned from a holiday in the big City before a stranger turned up in his little town. She would have quite an influence…

He Knew it and She Knew it Aint nothing left to say cos they were just made that way

This is a poem about my life spent living with a mean drunk. I am in the process of shedding the skin I had to grow just so I could keep breathing in that life. Let me just say, it was mighty hard. But…light cannot be covered; it always finds a way to shine.

I guess this is up for debate…..

Told from the point of view of a dead pet, waiting for its owner to join it so it can cross the bridge to Heaven.

challange I did which is a haiku exploration of the capacity and void of love

o7.o2.2oo9 .

Collaborative work of Tulay Cakir & Sally Omar TulayCakir

I could be the Mirror to see Desire.

Sometimes it must be done…. / Just got to come out on the other side.

Inner thoughts

I lowered my dosage of medication ( for depression), and know that the coming weeks – maybe months – might be difficult at times. Tonight is one of those nights – and I know that I need to learn how to get through these lower moments. Being beside Neil is making it so much easier…I just hope he has the patience to see it through with me. xoxo

Collaborative work of Kevin Mawson & Sally Omar / / kevinmawson

Collaborative work of Kevin Mawson & Sally Omar / / kevinmawson