Dear Stephen:
Thank you,
It was absolutely lovely to hear from you today. It’s quite amazing how receiving a simple parcel can brighten one’s day. Your words have filled the void of your absence. What a wonderful glimpse into the boy that would become the man, the writer! I can’t help but envision the soundtrack to the early years of your life. The Smiths and grey skies, cold beach fronts, soot covered cities as well as finely manicured suburbia for those that had coin to spare! Growing up, our lifestyles couldn’t have been more polar opposite. Me? I never worked, never had any money, nor did the people that I ran with, my motley cluster of friends. We never really had need of it for some reason or other? Everyday was a unplanned event, either adventure or disaster, or time lost in self exiled purgatory while waiting, waiting for something to organically to happen. Going out we lived in the night. We were vampyres among society wreaking havoc upon the silent city. The populous unaware as they slept their lives away. We were pirates of mischief and misfortune. Drunken debauchery, bar fights and club gigs. Rock n Roll was the anthem that we lived and we bled by. We would lick our wounds among other things whilst never learning our lessons… Everything was I guess, insanity. Fueled by a generation that didn’t believe in tomorrows. We subscribed to the cult of the 27 club, never daring to see any future beyond that (and many of us didn’t). Times have changed, and those that are left of us have changed too. I miss your smile and striking hunger in your eyes. You bring me back, to the place from where I started. Young, daring… reckless. I feel the loneliness deep in your eyes. The loneliness that I, was never able to fill.
Forever my best.
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 