Had I known it was just a dream at the time I would never have crept up those winding stairs clutching the trunk tight to my chest. I reached the light-room and unlatched the doors, which snapped open in the reckless winds, the ocean there beyond swelling with malice. A salty haze rose from the rocks far below and I lifted the trunk letting its lid fall open and watched as a dozen colourful butterflies uncrumpled and took flight; your old clothes, just for a second and then falling into the sea.

My Heart is Broken For You (A Dozen Colourful Butterflies)

These songs are old now though even when they were new they seemed faded and dusty, dressed in cobwebs like cluttered junk forgotten in the corner of some attic. I clearly didn't know what I was doing and that at least hasn't changed.

My Heart is Broken For You (A Dozen Colourful Butterflies)

A Tape Collage For Eloise