“He walked up to me with his heart on his sleeve, Asking, 'Where'd we go wrong on the way? For I've wandered this city and oh its a pity, They talk but have nothing to say," I told him that's true about cities like ours; Cities of footsteps and phones. It could be only me and the wild open sea, And I still wouldn't fee as alone.” Solitude Author:Emily Hanson
“Some days I'm sure I'll be unravelled, That I'm just a piece of thread, Woven from everything I've heard And every book I've ever read. That someone will find my ending Or a spot where I've worn thin, And they'll pull me right apart Back to the place where I begin, Until they've found that every fibre Isn't one to call my own, Its from the thoughts and works of others Thats I've been so crudely sewn. And there's nothing I can make Or think or do or be or say, That isn't someone else Woven in just a different way. Then once I come undone, Once who I thought I was grows small, What if I look at all that's left And there is nothing there at all?” Unravelled Author:Emily Hanson