Thursday, 1 May 2008

Unapologetic about this...

I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvinient, can't-live-without-each-other love.

Couldn't have put it better myself.
But be careful what you wish for: ridiculous, when it comes along is really - well - ridiculous. Likewise inconvinient.
Likewise can't-live-without often means can't live with either. (Which is just a feedback of ridiculous, above.)

Hah. Wishes. You get them granted, you cringe. You see a quote that sums it all up perfectly, you cringe. You think of it all being taken away, you crumple.
Long distance life.
Home again.
*shakes off thick blanket of stifling homesickness. It's hot enough as it is, without having that on.

Sunday, 27 April 2008

+ Black cotton dress that dances in the wind

+ Gold roman sandals

+ grey skies with a dark edge of thunder

+ new oak leaves. Tiny, fragile, inevitable.

Who could still be despondent.