i used to believe in hope.
but now, now its completely different.
its a picture of edward norton, holding on to helena bonham carter's hand
as they gaze through
all the chaos, all the rubble.
its like the cinema, laughing (adoring) at jon and marlon - and sleeping at hemingway and gellhorn
as the deluge devours the north,
as it paints it with ash and decaying clamour
like instagram photographs with colours oh so vibrant!
the weekend was like no other.
your heart, my solace.