When I'm sad, I make irrelevant things. Like this. From scratch.
There were two pink roses on the tray, each in a small brown jug. One was full blown and as I touched it the petals dropped.
‘Rose elle a vécu’ I said and laughed. ‘Is that poem true? Have all beautiful things sad destinies?’ (Novel)
-Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys
Page 2 - Paranoia for lunch... (Poem)
-Adultery, Carol Ann Duffy.
Page 7 - Tongue Tied; (Song)
-Tongue Tied, Stereo Skyline
Page 9 - Suicide from a bridge. (Short Story)
- Troll Bridge, Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman