HADES TOWN

Pencil. Scratch. Too many thoughts.

Kiss me goodbye, like the ocean & sky.

Speak from your heart, not for the poets.

Breathe. Inhale the walls, surrender your ego and build your dreams.

That's how I do it – always have, always will.

A dash of rhythm and beat. A melody, touched in flavour of glitter and gold.

Sunrise and Dawn and Dusk. That's when I write.

But never at Night.

She is served for Hope only.

Nyx – goddess and comfort.

Cause where if not at night are we able to dare our dreams?

Another beat – the lads next door, training and bickering.

Somewhere, a Saxophone is playing.

A shallow melody, but strong enough to clear my mind.

Tap Tap – it's the neighbours above again.

Meow.

Ah yeah, the occasional cat calling, how could I forget?

Pencil. Idea. Words. Flavour – SPARK!

Jackpot.

A story about home, you say.

What's not to love and like on the theme of home?

So bloody personal, but yet here we are.

And that is it.

The dash of flavour I have written so far; a beat, a melody, a tap, a cat; sunrise, dawn, dusk and all it's madness and mischief.

Inside I am surrounded by white walls, postcards and ideas.

It's my mind – Hades Town. A comforting hellhole of artistic flavour.

Outside I am surrounded by colours, creation and chaos.

It's my heart – my soul. A hurricane of diverse community.

A story about home, you say – okay.

Then that's all I have to say:

Home is the road and therefore my way.