Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Good girl.Dark past. Sad story. Bad boys. Doing well.Plenty of secrets.Lots of secrets. Careful what you wish for. None the wiser.So much promise. Gone nowhere. No help. Big loss. Killed. Ran. Cryptic. Lost.Forgotten yet there. Gone but still here. They remember. She is remembered. Something is wrong.Not right.Not there. Someone or something. Alive or dead. Never know.Never give up. Took for granted. Should have not. Sad.Confused. Paralysed. Lost. Where?Why?How come?Time heals. Makes it worse. Tears come. Memories stay. No contact. No word. Still gone.Still lost. Family?Alone?Happy or struggling. Dead or Alive?    Good girl. Dark past.Sad story. Notes. Messages. Stories and memories. Diary. Crumpled. Thrown. Burnt. Destroyed. Why?How come?Angry.Struggling. Hating.Suffering. Killed or killed by? Ran or hiding. Waiting. Praying. Hoping. Begging. Best.Worst. Optimistic. Destroyed. Why?Why not?Help. No help. Alone. Lonely. Shattered. Abondoned. Shackled. Judged...

8:36am. She opens her eyes. -Fuck!The light is so fucking bright. Yesterday was nuts. God,my head. What time is it? She turns her head to look at the clock. -Oh my God!Shit! She springs from the bad,grabs her skinny jeans of the chair next to the bed. Puts them on. She grabs a top,puts it on and over her lace bra,fast.No time to waste. She is running late. Teeth brushed. -God my head.Where the fuck is my phone?Gotcha!Choo’s?There you are my babies!Never going out without you two. She grabs her Prada handbag from the table,gets her cigarettes and keys out. Pops some pills for her headache,as usual.She grabs her portfolio off the table. This is big,she can’t mess this up. Not again. Running out of the house,locks the door. Keys in the bag.Phone in hand.Cigarette out and in the mouth,lit up. -So good,I need it. Phone rings. -Fuck!Hello?Yeah,I’m on my way. I nearly missed it. I can’t.Not again!You got you portfolio?Me too.So where you at right now?Grab me one too,I n...

Poor guy. Look at him..Dead,in the middle of the street. Such a shame. Good looking,young guy with a bright career ahead of him. Such a great shame. Just lying there,cold,dead. What a shame. He could have gone far.    I heard some people say he was a really nice guy. He was sweet and always nice and helpful. One time he helped neighbour’s kids to get the ball back and then there is a story about him rescuing a pet of an old lady. Apparently he was very nice,very sweet,so helpful. Always polite,and smiling.    I heard his parents are absolutely devastated. They are heartbroken..Can you blame them?Such a good guy,They had high hopes for him. He was doing so well at college. Always sweet,never hurt anyone. He loved his parents and they loved him back so much. They were a happy family.    I heard he was a star in college. He was doing very well,was involved in the student council and was really into sports. Good looking guy. Had all the girls and al...

Dear Robert,      I received your letter talking about your loss. Loosing family member is never easy and usually it comes out of nowhere and as a shock. What is important to remember, is that we all will die someday and it can happen any time. It is out of your hands and there is nothing you could have done. The best way to mourn someone is to remember all of the moments you shared and the best time you had. You hold on to those moments and that is that best way to remember someone and hold them in your heart. You do not need some jewellery or tattoo,as long as you have your memories,they will always life in your heart although if you want to remember them in some special way it is always nice and depends if you want to do that. It is important to remember that nothing lasts forever and we all go sooner or later,as I have mentioned what you can do is just remember the best moments you had and hold on to them,cherish them and never let them go to let the memory of the p...

Dear Anna,    Hey,how are you?I know,I know it has been a long time and I am sorry but here I am. It's been pretty busy lately and a lot has been going on but I forced myself to sit down and write to my bestest friend  in the whole wide world.Am I forgiven?please?I hope I am.   Anyways...How are you?How is life?How is everything?How's Steven?I heard about promotion and it is wonderful,I am happy for both of you. Now hunting for that house should be much nicer with that extra money and everything and just in general it is great that he is moving on up.How are you though? I hear about the new hobby.You even got the orders in?Wow.So happy and proud of you.You always have been a great artist,you were born to do this. Remember how I always said you should be doing this for a living,well i hate to say it but...told you so!..The stuff you draw,the way you do it is just amazing,I am a big fan and want a piece for myself if you will oblige. Just very happy for you,so much ...