Wednesday
Monday

she walks up the dusty trodden road
the orange mist clings to the stiches of her clothes and the pores of her skin
sunflowers seeds dance up in the warm breeze and fall to her feet
as the petals wave their goodbyes
her bag settles into her shoulders as her stone cold eyes gaze ahead
ears hear her name leap from his mouth as tears flood from his eyes
but she walks further
until the dust swallows her up
and their crossing paths have inevitabily become
separate.

freedom?

sorry haven't posted much, been shopping and packing
only a few days left in england
Tuesday
it is nearly time to turn my back on that which i know and love
step into those inky black smudged words that lie before me on their yellowing crumbling page
the veil of water gracefully glides down the flushed surface of my cheek
the inner butterflies shall be released into the cold crisp air and fly on in there mystical lines of colour
this is my adventure, my time, my mark
i have only butterflies to guide my soulSunday

everyone's gone flown the nest
its oh so cold with out them
my cheeks are soaken with frozen salty tears
my heart feels empty with no reason to keep up this hum of life
but wait... what is that upon the red streaken horizon
a man stands tall upon his horse
his face smiles and hand beckons me nearer
i pick myself from the thorny twigs and walk closer

his cool breath upon my neck
like sweet tulips on a spring morning
my harsh boned hand slips into his and fits like two pieces of a soul
off we gallop into the night
i'd been saved...
shame dreams aren't realityfriends have left
and there is no prince to save me
Friday

i can hear it now that sweet sweet melody playing over and over
bring with it tears of childhood memories
with lollipops and sherbet drops
my hands clutch onto the worn brown leather
my blue pooled eyes float over the dreamlike swirl of colours
the horse guides me round and round into a sea of whimsical joys
just release my inner child


it'll happen
it exists
its not an illusion
just wait
and it'll come
Wednesday

hold my hand dear
feel our pulses collide
and then softly unite in sound
lets run with the sand between our toes and the wind in our faces
let your laugh send tears to my eyes and warmth to my ears
lets just stand
but please
hold my hand dear
i'm quite jolly today
its one of those days where the sun shines down on your bed and you bounce on out with a smile framing your face
didn't really do much productive happy activity just did those tasks around the house that would normally send shivers to my core
i've been thinking about sending a scrapbook around the world to different people
would it be possible?
to connect as many different walks of life
a collection of beauties, views, opinions
and a mix of people so diverse, so different but brought together in one book
i think i'll just mull it over
my optimistic mood may wear off
Tuesday

have you ever just surrendered yourself?
just stopped
lay down
your face to the starred sky
let the wind roll over you
the faint music hum in your ears
breathing with the movement of the grass and trees
feeling content with life
and just to forget
it all

if not..
go and do it
go and get lost
lost in a book
lost in nature
lost in music
lost in life
just for one moment...let go
go and get lost
lost in a book
lost in nature
lost in music
lost in life
just for one moment...let go
Thank you so much to Katherine of Paper Pocket an absolutely adorable blog which makes me smile upon every visit
Monday


My feet edge across the hot wet earth, dragging themselves over twigs and dirt.
This path is welcoming...it wants to feel my weight plant itself rhymically along its dry worn trail.
Green thin spindelled leaves carress my body and leave my heart longing for more as i wander deeper and deeper into the wooded surroundings.
The smell of pine becomes intoxicating to my lungs leaving an indefinable thirst for the unknown.
The transcendant sun pounds through the leaves, i close my heavy mystified eyes and slowly turn round like a free dancer.
The smells crawl up my noise and the heat prickles my skin leaving the hairs stood in attention.
However, as my sleepy eyelids lift to discover more, they widen to the shock that this no longer is the welcoming home i had searched for...
i was lost..


1. FFFFOUND
2. FFFFOUND
3. FFFFOUND
4. FFFFOUND
Broken my cheek bone...only something i would be able to do just before i'm due to go away, so i'm sat in bed feel queazy and faint. I must admit i'm not one for taking pain. Now i also have the stress of trying to find ideas for an all white costume for a party before i go away.
I'm also going to take this time to show my appreciation for everyone who reads my posts or just drifts past from time to time. I enjoy reading and replying to your comments and love reading your insightful blogs which make me laugh, cry and gasp haha.
2. FFFFOUND
3. FFFFOUND
4. FFFFOUND
Broken my cheek bone...only something i would be able to do just before i'm due to go away, so i'm sat in bed feel queazy and faint. I must admit i'm not one for taking pain. Now i also have the stress of trying to find ideas for an all white costume for a party before i go away.
I'm also going to take this time to show my appreciation for everyone who reads my posts or just drifts past from time to time. I enjoy reading and replying to your comments and love reading your insightful blogs which make me laugh, cry and gasp haha.
Wednesday

home? or adventure?

the options the options...
3 weeks in counting that i'm off on a 29 hour flight to the land called New Zealand
my stomach keeps flipping from excitement to absolute nerves
the worry is about making friends...its hard when your just an observer in this big big world
i never tend to take part until now
i'm not sure what to read book to read next
instead of writers block i'm having a readers block..
any suggestions? it can be of any genre
just anything that will allow me to see another world, side of life, another me...
1. ?
2. Daydream Lily
2. Daydream Lily
Tuesday

the wind is blowing through my every body cell, the sun dances off my every hair and the air sings its sweet lullabys through my ears...
then i'm trudging though dark murky waters, my feet slowly sinking further down in the mud that i can no longer move anywhere but down...further down
i'm sorry i'm not blogging right now i can't seem to grasp hold of anything for long enough to pin it down
its destroying me
1. Le love
2. ?
3. ?
4. A glamorous little side project

its destroying me
1. Le love
2. ?
3. ?
4. A glamorous little side project
Thursday
ever wanted something magical to happen to you?

as a child i know i used to dream of little fairys flying me away to a magical forest
but now i see magic through different eyes...

something that breaks the ordinary, breaks the routine, gives you a new path to tred
this magic gives you a reason to live for...
no longer do you slump in the shadows of those around you or melt to the routine that starts with your morning coffee and ends with the flick of the bedside lamp, only to be continued when the sun awakes again
suddenly you realise your purpose isn't to hide amongst all those you hate
but to live amongst the adrenalin rush, the joys and the beautiful

as a child i know i used to dream of little fairys flying me away to a magical forest
but now i see magic through different eyes...

something that breaks the ordinary, breaks the routine, gives you a new path to tred
this magic gives you a reason to live for...
no longer do you slump in the shadows of those around you or melt to the routine that starts with your morning coffee and ends with the flick of the bedside lamp, only to be continued when the sun awakes again
suddenly you realise your purpose isn't to hide amongst all those you hate
but to live amongst the adrenalin rush, the joys and the beautiful
Wednesday







1. Senseless acts of beauty
2. Design Lovely
3. Senseless acts of beauty
4. FFFFOUND
5. FFFFOUND
6. ?
7. FFFFOUND
..this is my response to the man who appologized to me the other night for me having red hair
clearly i was not happy with him
New Zealand is nearer and nearer everyday, flights booked for the 1st
and i can escape this boring and tedious land
2. Design Lovely
3. Senseless acts of beauty
4. FFFFOUND
5. FFFFOUND
6. ?
7. FFFFOUND
..this is my response to the man who appologized to me the other night for me having red hair
clearly i was not happy with him
New Zealand is nearer and nearer everyday, flights booked for the 1st
and i can escape this boring and tedious land
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