oneword.: depth: "Perhaps I am simply out of my depth. Perhaps this career just is not for me, but that is what I always say and that is why I will never be a success. I cannot stick at anything, at least thats what my mother tells me. "

oneword.: seduction: "I suppose that was all it was for him, a summer seduction, a fleeting thing. A few weeks of passion and fun to fill in a blank spot in his calender; but he changed my life. "

oneword.: thief: "you just walked in and took it, you said you'd never do that and i believed you but when you had the chance i saw you, you reached out and grasped it in broad daylight and then you just walked away, with my heart. "

oneword.: shelter: "if that was all we needed, if we could have our shelter and be happy? but we crave more and more and i don't really know why, only that i feel a responsibility to create the best investment that i can "

oneword.: level: "That is what the playing field never is, level. There is always someone with the upper hand, someone with more chance of a victory. I guess I am selfish enough to hope it will always be me. "

oneword.: orchestra: "in the centre of the town, ringed by cobbled streets was the arts building. it was beautiful, stone, solid and majestic. our seats were on the upper level and we looked down at matthew playing his violin in the school orchestra. I smiled to see his cheeks flushed with nervousness. He was very, very good. "

oneword.: balance: "I run my foot along the smooth blonde wood, my pointed toes feel my way. I stare straight ahead and pretend the 10 people watching are a crowd of ten thousand. I hold my arms with attempted grace. I am 10, I dismount the beam and neatly land, feet together, perfect balance. 10/10 "

oneword.: skills: "sometimes i think i have them all. skills that no-one else could possibly have as good as me, other days i feel useless, a waste of space, a pretender. I have no piece of paper to say i earned this place, i just get by, i sell my meagre skills. "

oneword.: bank: "there's nothing in there for me. i guess i could work harder or i could save harder but in the end would i be any happier if the bank was full of money that i earned. i am happier if i call my life experience my bank, it's full but always there is room for more "

oneword.: foundation: "on what was it built, so when all feels unstable and fleeting, pointless and weak, i ask. did we start off the right way, did we build this life we have on a firm foundation or did we start for reasons soft and shifting like the sands? "

oneword.: clash: "
each step we take some days is closer. we walk the ways we have to go and there is no way that we can stop it. the clash we have to have. mother, daughter, love and fear and determination. and so we clash."