THE FOG MADE HER FEEL UNEASY

THE SHAPE OF THE CUSHION IN HER BED

TWO, THREE, FIVE, SEVEN, ELEVEN, THIRTEEN, SEVENTEEN, NINETEEN, TWENTY-THREE

EVERYBODY ELSE, EVERYBODY ELSE, EVERYBODY ELSE

SHE SAID IT THE WAY YOU SAY THANK YOU ABROAD IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE THAT YOU DON'T SPEAK

LOOKING BACK SHE COULDN'T EVEN DECIDE IF IT WAS A DECISION OR A COINCIDENCE

SUMMER IS TWO DAYS LONGER THAN WINTER

WHAT OTHERS THINK IS POWER

CANDY-SCENTED AND INNOCENT

THROUGH THE CONSTANT SHOUTING, HONKING AND HAMMERING

SHE BECAME SOFTLY SPOKEN AGAIN, ALMOST WHISPERING

A FACE MADE OF SILVER AND PRECIOUS STONES

THE PAIN THAT WAS HIDING IN HER HEAD

SEATED AND ASLEEP, WITH HER HEAD NODDING INVOLUNTARILY AT TIMES

TOWARDS NUMBER FIFTY-THREE

SHE NEEDED TO GO

NO-ONE KNEW THE SILENCE OF THE ROOM IN WHICH SHE WAS ASLEEP

AN INVITATION TO THE PAST

THROUGH THE WIND AND THE WAVES OF FOG

THE STRENGTH SHE NEEDS TO SORT THINGS OUT

NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE

FOR HOW LONG WILL THEY REMAIN STRANGERS FOR HER

THE OTHER ONE MUST HAVE FALLEN BEHIND THE TABLE

SHE KNEW IT WASN'T GOING TO BE THE SAME

SOMETHING MUST HAVE COME TO AN END AGAIN

JUST LIGHT, WITHOUT THE WARMTH

SHE KNEW IT WOULD PASS, BUT THEN EVERYTHING WAS WRONG