Our Last Memory of Peace

“ She found Starling in the warm laundry room, dozing against the slow rump-rump of a washing machine in the smell of bleach and soap and fabric softener. Starling had the psychology background – Mapp’s was law – yet it was Mapp who knew that the washing machine’s rhythm was like a great heartbeat and the rush of its waters was what the unborn hear – our last memory of peace. “

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Let('s) Go

Once again, I have decided to start anew. Hopefully, there will not be anymore switching of blogs. I'm sticking to this. I'm throwing out my heart and getting a new one. For good.

Starry Eyed (Monarchy 'The Horse Head Nebular' Remix) / Ellie Goulding

Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone
Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one
Next thing we're touching -
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning

So we burst into colours, colours and carousels,
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games
Next thing we're touching -
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning