noise surrounds us. most of it static. infused confusion by the chaos of the mad beat hustle. but here in the conservation of nature i’m able to lay within my thoughts. space to contemplate. freedom to listen to a conversation with myself. to rant and ramble; ponder and philosophize. to speak a nonsensical tangent that…
Tag: lost
intersections.
crossroad. way finding. junction. interchange. roundabout. cloverleaf. these are a few words synonymous with the noun, “intersection”. a juncture of happenstance or a meeting point of two paths, an intersection can be a fleeting instance of colliding chaos or a yielding moment of magically sweet serendipity. a crosswalk where two hearts greet; where a twist…
if our timing is true.
oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape. the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too. but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing…
lost together.
As far as gap years go I was a late bloomer in filling up my backpack. And like every drifter with a dream the adrenaline of altitude shot through my veins stronger than a hit of smack. The tempting vices of an open passport, foreign port of calls and wild cultures left me in an…
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…
static confusion. 