“Nothing is written”

Just when I think I’m winning When I’ve broken every door The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind. David Sylvian – ‘Ghosts’

Grief is strange, it comes at you from all angles.

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.

You can die for a cause, but you can live for a reason.