I wrote this: She She has the soul of a black jaguar. Death was her idea. She was there when the first baby cried – made its breath from smoke. She created diamonds from dust and spun them into stars. She has swum through your darkest, deepest thoughts to gift you dreams and nightmares. and he wrote loads, but also this:
Where the week starts with finding out what Monday smells like, and I look for the joy that makes my heart sing…