I've rediscovered Coldplay's 'A Rush of Blood to the Head' album and found the inspiration and motivation to write these small pieces. They are each inspired by one of the songs on the album.

I hope you get as much enjoyment reading these as I had writing them. Reviews are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the songs (lyrics) that are featured here.

Politik

Give me time and give me space

Give me real, don't give me fake

Give me strength, reserve control

Give me heart and give me soul


Of course it would take one of them to (fake) die for them to agree on a ceasefire.

The older brother caving in with the weight of guilt carried silently over years. The younger finally understanding what it meant to surrender because people did matter.

Still, the war had been waging for too long and lives were forever marked by events the memories of which were tainted with the belief that the other was in the wrong.

But the walls were coming down, slowly, brick by brick. They still reached for their weapons of choice on days when it all was too much. But the heat – the simmering anger, the confusing hate – was being replaced with mutual respect and maybe a hint of admiration.

Some sentimental soul would go as far as calling it love.