so so sorry i have been losing myself in beautiful budapest
back for today
and off again tomorrow to expore more of europes surface
travelling really is a true beauty
although i managed to forget my notebook so no writing could commence
i reflected upon the hole that was dug for me before i went
and filled it up and walked on
i'm hoping to do more writing when i set off again
the world really does seem a lot more accessable to me
its wonderful
my thoughts are much less foggy and i can see clearly where happiness seems to lie



i don't need to be on the desperate search for love
but its here around me
in all the nooks and crannys of my life
its part of us all
and i love it


no need to be the princess of the fairytale any longer...

1. & 2. my own photographs

his eyes wandered upon his surroundings
up the bare stone walls
across the shelves full of books riddled with lovers pasts
his heart felt cold, empty, worthless
a chill grew up his spine like a snake slowly smothering its prey
what could this world offer to him? would this be it forever? a drifter in this place of dreams?

but then...
across the cold grey stone a warm yellow glow flooded in filling the room with the smell of roses and sweet fruits he looked to the corner where the door stood, and there she was her long hair lifted by the breeze from behind, and her the skirts of her dress danced in the sunlight
their deep blue eyes met....

there is hope for all...

1 & 2 - Le love

it may be green and dark and pouring with rain outside
but in here...where it matters
near to my heart
i feel the depths of the summer

the red dusted earth
absorbing the white heat from the high risen sun
cats, people, birds all in peace with one another
spread out against the hot ground
savering the last drop of water

1 & 2 - slumdog millionaire

this lack of motivation kills me
there is nothing to do but to sit, stare and eat


sorry about the lack of inspiration to post much good this week
i'm trying my best to climb out of this hole

hypnotised by the turning spokes
the soft hum of the rubber on the tarmac
in the far distance the squeak of the brakes as a walker crosses the path
the sunlight bouncing off the newly polished bell
the wicker basket piled high with freshly baked goods and warm fuzzy blankets


yet in all their beauty your heartbreaks when they go against you and throw you down onto the cold earth reject you from their soft leather seat
to sit in tears, an outcast to the simple pleasures in life

1 ?
2 OR_U

i am lost in the mist of money problems....



i'm ment to be exploring new zealand in september
helping the environment and endangered animals

until

now...

its all over my head and i feel like there is no escape
like a mist of frustration slowly forming around me
the escape route is becoming smaller and smaller

missing someone..possibly the hardest thing i've ever done
you could be smiling and laughing and having the most fun
and then it hits you like a rock that there not there
the absence creates a false sense about everything you do
nothing seems real without them



at least one day a sense of truth will be restored...somehow

her dark eyes looked up to the stained pink heavens above...
down it rolled over the soft freckled skin and up onto her toe capped leather shoes, this single tear seemed so slight so small...yet the significance this sparkled warm droplet had was and still is inconceivable to all
this marked the change
a change for all
marked by one movement of water, like a ripple in a stagnant lake

i want to travel the ups and downs of this world
the nooks and crannies the smiles and tears
i want to see it all
why should i remain in this little box of same old same olds
instead of the dusty rich orange deserts, the wide glittering rivers and the dark green interconnected leaves
i want to lose myself to it all
but as my mother said when i was a little girl... i want never gets....

i want...
i wan..i wa..

i w..
i...

at least i have my dreams...