The Bethan Pillow.

Idea borrowed from Rainbowsunshine Bethan's gone away on holiday, and I really miss her. So I put a shirt that smells of her, on a pillow. How lame. Come home baby.
Photo overlayed with myself, sitting in a field sulking.

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Thick oil plagues the sky
Seeping between the clouds,
Screaming from darkened windows
children will die.
Where are you,
to save the day, they say.

No one waits, as bombs shatter
frames of people's minds.
Trapped and locked, in worlds they cry from.
I know you're not far,
You're batman, you'll come.
I know it.

Thunder clap, melt the danger.
hold my hand as usual.
Let's destroy this fear.
Camera in my hand,
Pen behind your ear.

Worlds can't end without us.