Shattered Dreams

Sarah lives in a shadow. She owns a large Victorian house in Gosforth where she spends her time alone and has few visitors. Like a modern day Miss Havisham, she never moves beyond her heartbreak. She has a distorted view of how she remembers things and how they really were. Like a hall of mirrors. Twisted reality and altered images. She has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder (manic depression) and finds it impossible to cope with normality. 

She wants her life to be like it could have been. Like it would have been if she'd only done things differently. She knows now what she didn't know then, but that doesn't help. It's too late to change the past. It's over and she missed her chance. She blames herself. She sees no future and continues dreaming those long, lost, shattered dreams.


You can't go on

Building your world upon shattered dreams

You can't go on living your life in the past

Oh, no, you've got to learn to realise

It wasn't what it seems

Foolish plans in careless hands

It was never gonna last


You can't go on

Wasting your love on a broken heart

You can't go on wanting what's already gone

Oh, no, you've got to learn to realise

That you're worlds apart

Distant days, a different place

It's over and done


Just don't go on wishing and turning your hopes

Into shattered dreams

The pieces are missing just look around

There's nothing there

Don't think that there's somebody waiting

Who understands how it feels

No one's gonna know

No one's gonna care


You can't go on

Hiding away from reality

You can't go on seeking what you'll never find

Oh, no, you've got to learn to realise

It's all fantasy

Twisted views, altered truths

You're losing your mind


"Time stands still, yet everything turns to dust" 


Miss Havisham



"She was dressed in rich materials -- satins, and lace, and silks -- all of white. Her shoes were white. And she had a long white veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but her hair was white. Some bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other jewels lay sparkling on the table. Dresses, less splendid than the dress she wore, and half-packed trunks, were scattered about. She had not quite finished dressing for she had but one shoe on -- the other was on the table near her hand..." Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)

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