picture from New Zealand i managed to borrow a USB cord..yay

when your eyes fix upon the only stationary object in the room
they glaze over with layers of salty tears
you daren't blink and reveal your deepest darkest secrets to the worlds that surround
you want so badly to avoid all those cliches that exist as the sun slwly burns red
but your crumbling heart reuses
it shall not continue on as you will

the beautiful spotted night sky will not intise it
the heaven reflecting lake waters will not make you catch your last breath
nothing will be the cure for this pain
the pain of this empty vessel
empty of those you loved
still love
will love
forever...

white smoke floats upwards towards those glittering heavens
like an extinguished dragon's roar it stretches, transforming as it ages
telling the stories of the old and the young
passing along the ritual to whom ever shall ponder the lands

as it floats through the burning skies it remains dignified and honest
as it swims through the grasshoppers midnight song
the sweet melody wraps itself around the fragmented vapours
tinting the white smoke with the tinge of the deepest melancholy

through the valleys of the swaying pine trees it infuses into each needle
flying in the shadows of the golden eagle
swirling at her feet like the hope of a walking companion
over the great seas and oceans



until that little lost soul disappears
before all the great watchers
no longer does it need to shift from shape to shape
nor place to place

it has meaning
a want
a desire
a love

i think i am in love
so so far
so so deep
seriously
in love

with this place...

i don't think words can express the things i've seen, people i've met and places i've walked
unfortunately ive forgot my usb cable aswell so no photographs till i return home in two months

i just think ive found it
what ive been looking for
like a character in one of those crumbeling novels...

many thanks to all you , for your patience with my posts whilst i'm out here, its hard to write when sitting in a crummy internet cafe/warehouse

raindrops fall down my window pane

glistening in the blue tinted moonlight

they mark the edge of two worlds

a barrier

a defender or a prison guard?

neither man nor soul can know

the raindrop leaves behind it a trail through the snowy mist

like a jet stream in the blue summer sky

or the sweat that slowly rolls off a farmers face

when the white sun casts its smallest shadow

the pollen dances round together

leaving our eyes tired and dizzy

i belong in the world that never allows a goosebump upon skin
or the flutter in a beating heart

the warm air never swirls against a cheek or blows through silken riglets
it just loosely hangs, stagnant


here eyelashes do not fall
birthday candles are not blown
wishes are not needed

yet


there is a longing
deep deep inside of me
it murmurs ever so slightly
when my eyes fall upon those pretty raindrops

i want that sharp ice cold wind

to make my cheeks flush like apple blossom in spring

i want moths in my fickle little heart

i want goosebumps to prickle on my pale skin

i need the other side of the fall of the raindrop

all from weheartit


New Zealand is great

Work is hard

I'm tired

Blogging is harder than i thought

Sorry

I'm waiting to get better internet access

Arrived in Auckland, New Zealand about 3 hours ago

Jet Lag is killing me

it should be night but its morning

will send more interesting posts...well i hope in the near future

my head a bit foggy right now