“Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.”

I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.

You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.

Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.

If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.

And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.

I am grieving a connection that never really happened, a dance of souls that only lasted one day.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

When she laughs, her soul floats outside her body and I can touch it.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

It was always your dreams we focused on, you never thought I’d have dreams too.

You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.

You pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.

Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.

I went to Cambridge and thought I would stay there. I thought I would quietly grow tweed in a corner somewhere and become a Don or something.

We don’t know what’s around the corner – and we must do everything to ensure we get our country’s debts down, building our resilience so we don’t repeat the mistakes of the past.

The methods it employs with such acumen, persistency, and secrecy are employed by all sorts of business men, from corner grocers up to bankers. If exposed, they are excused on the ground that this is business.

It is one to say you have faith and another to be in a tight corner and prove it.

When you walk the track and you see a corner and realise you were going round it at 160mph, you wonder who could be so stupid to take a corner at that speed. But in the car, you don’t even think about that.

I do not deny that many appear to have succeeded in a material way by cutting corners and by manipulating associates, both in their professional and in their personal lives.

That’s an exaggeration but there are times when you have to turn the corner and do an acoustic set.

I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.