Dear Hayley,

I don't know who to love today.....

Yesterday, I thought I saw her in the reflection of the bus but now I don't think I'll ever find her.

I'm ok.

Dear Martyn,

Imagine a yellow balloon against a hot sky
Imagine re-shaping countries like they are made of dough and unbaked cake
No more cutting into scars
No more Septembers spent running.
You are out of your cage, you are rising
Now,

What else to put your heart into?