all the senses of the soul intensify and burn inside of this simple body
my heart beats fast inside my ribs becoming a quiver, a blur...or has it just stopped
blue rippled eyes flicker under their watery veil
and copper ringlets fan themselves across the inky page in front but no hand stirs to pin them back into place
both cold hands remain caressing the velvety sleeve of the satisfyingly heavy book
a butterfly flutters across the pale cream window blind casting a shadow across the room but no life ceases to exist
no life except the occassional wipe of the soft hand against the worn pages

the air floats down until it comfortably forms a warm cloak around my body
in the distance there is the creak of the crickets in the long damp grass and the deep hum of a cello from a far away house
but mind and body are absent
pineing for more of the soothing words of those before me...



oh how delightful it is to get lost in a story that isn't your own
it is a love i wish to embrace forever

oh so sorry once again i found all these pictures before i had my brief trip to the country
and now i'm back i can't remember where i found them...

where are the tears upon my cheek?
where is the hair wrapped up in my fist?

no where...

as today is a happy happy day for me
the rain stopped
the clouds parted and the sun shone

and i did well in exams and i'm off to university
well after my gap year...

thank you to whatever was watching over me

my little legs are shaking in my boots
my hands are quivering over the key board
my teeth are chatting in my mouth
my heart is fluttering in it cage

exam results tomorrow....

gulp...

1. daydream lily

how does she do it?
one pale shimmering shoulder catches the drifters eyesher eyes gaze upwards and he looks away in suprise
but his soul has become captured by her soft feminine heart and can not resist
they are linked together, moulded as one, one heart, one body, one soul, one breathwas this an act of fate
or just love

why wasn't it me?

the twisted vines dripped with drops of thick warm water
dark green splashes against the deep grained wood
the curled petals of a bloomed flower the amber orange highlighted by the suppressing sunshine
one drop escapes gliding through the air
glowing the colours of the rainbow blue, pink, yellow
slowly it sweeps down then as faint as a feather falling off a birds wing
...
it hits the thick mossy ground
the ground darkens and then with the power of the sun all evidence is removed of the little water droplet...



sorting out all my things for new zealand is getting exciting
but i really really really need to sort out my overdraft
otherwise i'm running into a wall

1. ?
2. Senseless acts of beauty

i am back to the land of routines and regularities
feeling pretty zombyish after the travelling so i must apologize for the sluggishness of this post
culture feels as though it has been sapped away from me
all the inspiration at home has been soaked up and i question whether i should call it home anymore
a change is needed
i'm going to miss having a morning coffee on the corner of a dusty street with the sun beating down onto my book pages
listening to drunken trumpets and violins playing a song outside a bar in the warm wet heat of the night

somewhere you truely belong
that isn't home
is that possible?

what am i going to do...

1. beautiful blog of milk
2. i must confess not mine and i have no idea where from
3. my own shakey camera skills