many people will laugh at me for admitting this (especially since i’m soon to be 31) but i adamantly believe that adults can have make-believe friends. or as i prefer to call them, ‘silent muses’. it shouldn’t just be the five-year olds that are privy to seeing pixies, space cowboys and magic ponies. by birth right –…
we’re over here mr darcy.
“we only get more lost when we drift from the present moment.” -beautiful bird xx in some foreign land out there is a girl who rocks my world. in meeting her i had yet to know someone who matched me in terms of bravery, sentiment and the will to (live) love relentlessly. this lass, she over there…
a staccato burst: no hawking did not say this.
to be positive is to endure; to be negative is to accept defeat. -beautiful bird xx
‘a’ is for anhedonia.
talk about work your way to get somewhere and once the milestone is achieved you realize you don’t really want to be there anymore. is this wanting too much or never feeling your appetite for life is full enough? a letter from my six, the girl in the moon (she knows who she is), back in…
i could make you scared, if you want me to.
its been some time now since i’ve felt scared. hurt, of course–i’m a human who lives fiercely and unapologetically through her emotions after all. heart wide open. nurtured but still naive at times. scared though? hardly, no. thrilled? definitely, yes. that injection of adrenaline that overwhelms you when you’re wrapped up in unconventional lust. even when wrapped…
2013 life theme: vulnerability.
tis january so of course it is only fitting to continue to write about resolutions, contemplations. ambitions and dreams. yep, tis the middle of january and unlike the frenzy of words that were uploaded at the strike of midnight 14 days ago this writer is just coming to surface with her words. her dreams for…
i fear you.
i fear nothing; i fear not. yet i fear losing all i’ve got. the fear of failure, of ugly greed. the remorse of kindness, of guilty need. i fear pain; i fear sorrow. yet i fear not seeing tomorrow. the fear of being, of wasted life. the pain of knowing, of ailing strife. i fear…
new year contemplations (a couple of days in).
they say that how you end the year is how you will see the year. perhaps we can also say that how one begins the year is how one will live the year. i think about my first week of 2013 to date: walking the surf coast trail from torquay to jan juc then onwards to bells beach ……
love.fantastic.alphabet.
about 18 months ago i said a quiet hello to a person who has become something wonderful to me. a little road trip from auckland to a bach somewhere in the hills of new zealand; few words were exchanged, arcade fire was on repeated play. i remember my impression of him to be mysterious–he was an attentive…
broken branches.
this is where i’ll find you way up in a tree tangled tightly in life’s branches you’ll grow out of me. through the calm wind breeze i will catch your kisses while weeping softly in the leaves, stilled refuge in springtime blisses. this is where you’ll find me lying on nature’s floor having fallen out of…
static confusion. 