I’d carry you if I could, my friend,
To save you burning out.
I know how hard you’re finding life
And what that’s all about.
I wish that I could make things fair
And help you get away.
It’s hard to watch you try to cope,
I don’t know what to say.
You shouldn’t have to feel like that,
It’s not what you deserve.
I don’t know why these things go on,
What purpose does it serve?
I’d hold you if I could, my friend,
I know your thoughts are black.
Perhaps, this time, you’ve gone so far
I’ll never pull you back.
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Hi, I’m sorry that this is nothing to do with your work, which I’ve just come across, and enjoyed.
It’s your profile picture on Twitter that interests me. It is one of two pictures that I grew up with. Ours were prints of a boy? (your profile pic) and a girl. Both very similar. They came from my grandfather’s house and are apparently set in Malta. Ours were just prints, in cheap frames.
I’m fascinated to know where you came across the picture. Do you have it’s matching pair?
Sadly we have just sold our family home and we left the pictures for the new owners.
Best wishes, Paul Hunter (and four inquisitive brothers and sisters).
Hello Paul. My picture is called Sea Dreams by Marie Lucas-Robiquet. It belonged to my grandmother and then my mother before it came to me. The companion picture of a girl is called Sea Urchin. They’re actually set in Algeria. If you wanted to get a copy, the prints seem readily available. My four sisters all own a copy of Sea Dreams. I don’t think I’d have been able to leave them behind, so you’re more generous than I am. Stay safe.
Are you still blogging? Looked you up from an old post and this is the most current posting I could find…