“In the absence of your daily words I still walk tall and strong. One foot in front of the other, my eyes adrift slowly behind them. I have merely walked in circles just trying to hear your voice. I must really miss you .”

“I find I still adore walking. Absurd, obviously, what with it being merely a case of putting one foot in front of the other and so on - but there you are.”

“I’ll try just putting one foot in front of the other, and walk a step at a time without rushing. So I can burn the path into my memory while I can still see it. So that when all this is over, I can find my way back. Because I intend to come back. Hopefully with all of us together.”

“It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side - just like I want the words. I want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk on. I want them to tower over the world so I can stand up on them and walk to the other side.”

“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.”

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not followDon’t walk behind me… I may not leadWalk beside me… just be my friend”