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"Oh, hey there!" she says, smiling in greeting. She offers a hand to shake, still wearing her sky blue wingsuit. She grins and pulls off her flight helmet, her fiery red hair sticking straight up. "So, you wanted to know about me?" she asks, her orange eyes locked on you. She flashes that friendly smile again and sits down on a crate, glancing at a coffee dispenser behind you, which obediently purrs and begins working. "Well," she begins, "you already know I'm a technomancer, right? I guess that's what you're interested in." She laughs lightly and takes a mug from a drone that has arrived at her bidding. "Thanks, buddy," she tells it, while t

A blazing star at the core of my heart It's glowing brighter, tearing me apart The heat sears my chest, it's about to start It can't be stopped, till I find the missing part The concussive force that echoes around The shining lights, the gloried sound It's about to start, keep your head down The ticking clock must be rewound The fight I lost, the war I made The boom of every last grenade The burn of the sun, can't find no shade It just won't last, it'll always fade But the reason that the words I speak Are always lost to a slapped cheek My wayward journey down this ancient creek The mirror's image of the lonely freak Don't say

This feeling so new, and yet so old It warms me from within, when I am cold When nothing is right, it undoes what's wrong And I realise what I meant to say all along When only words are what's left to give I think of all the things for which I live And more than any fun thing that I could do I'd rather spend my time with you If only time and distance were mine I'd be with you for all of time Without wings, we'd fly, and never come down And I'd delight in your voice, a beautiful sound Perfection is a dream, we can build together If only time was ours forever...

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is in the heart of everyone. Anyone who's ever fallen in love will know that the one they love is the most beautiful person in the world. This is crucially true. We keep beauty inside ourselves, behind walls. We're scared to let it show. When we feel confident about ourselves, that no one can deny it, the walls come down. This is what happens when someone puts on their makeup, or their favourite dress, or lose that last 5 pounds. When we fall in love, we place our trust in someone else. The walls come down, like they weren't even there. We become the most beautiful person in the world. But you alr

You are more graceful than flying birds You sing sweet music with no words You still the wind with a silent hush You paint a picture with no brush The brightest day is dark as night But for the light of your smile If only the world could see the light For it would shine for miles

I can't sleep again. I've been rolling around in my bed for five hours now. I close my eyes and there's nothing behind my lids, no darkness, no light. It's long past midnight and all the exciting people are on their way home from parties and nights of fun. It's quiet here. After a while, my eyes get used to the dark and my ears get used to the silence. I can make out the outlines of my small room and hear the humming of the fridge. The street lamp over the road paints the same picture on my wall it always does and I turn over again, trying to find rest in nothingness. The impatience wore off several hours ago. I've been alone with my thoughts