"Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” - Mother Teresa

London, 2003.

He sat alone at a table outside a small teashop, taking a sip from a cup with too much milk and not enough sugar. It was early March. Any snow was starting to melt as people began to realize that could do without the extra heavy coat. He was ( Read more... )

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It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say

There was something in John Smith that had always wanted to travel. It was not a persistent urge, not some sort of overpowering need, but merely, a small desire. It was something he thought of every now and then during spare, uninteresting ( Read more... )

“Sometimes
It's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand

But sometimes
I get the feeling that I'm
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme”

20 January 1913

History, I’ve found, often has a habit of repeating itself. Human beings continually make the same mistakes ( Read more... )

Little things, small things, things he would never think about all disappearing in front of him. All vanishing in a blink. It was like a dream, it was a dream up until this evening when his careful little world, all the lines between reality and fantasy blurred and distorted beyond all recognition.

He felt as if he had ( Read more... )

"I need a place that's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep,"

He knew of them, of course. Like any good Christian, he sang about them at Christmastime, he heard about them at church, he read about them at home. They were heavenly hosts, winged messengers to the people from the Lord himself. He had never had a particular ( Read more... )