She sits and ponders the meaning of the waves,
Crisp linen and Monaco scents fill her desires,
Quiet thoughts of endless landscapes escape her reach but are within her reach.
Ribbons fall like rain from her handlebars and the breeze flows through her,
The salt in the air is enough to lead her cartwheeling accross the sand
Enveloping her dreams and becoming part of her.
The turnstile of dandelions and high grass rush between her bare feet,
Skipping as if a child once again.
The jewelery of her life post on her wall,
Sieving through the water claiming what she needs,
Few miss the net,
Again and again
Swimming away,
The rest caught but released back into the blue,
Ready for the next catch.

Bubble

There hasn't been a time in my life where I have been so incredibly happy. The dawn has broken and I am basking in the sunlight. Everything feels right.

If there are any sudden movements, I feel that this little bubble of happiness might burst. Try not to sneeze, okay?

The main reason for all this happiness is that an amazing person has blossomed into my life. Sudden bouts of heart palpitations hit me every time I see her beautiful face and a warm fuzzy feeling overcomes me every time she speaks to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for this girl.

Reading will soon once again be my home town after a five year hiatus along with a new job. The organisation I am going to be working for have such an incredible ethos and values. The colleagues I leave behind will be sorely missed but onwards and upwards and all that good stuff.

Hygge

Windmills stand like lollipops in
Fields of blue flowers.
The thum-thum-thum of the blades
Echo like a Nordic god drumming
Along to the changes of the seasons.
Calm water boarded by towers carrying contented families from
Island to island,
Jellyfish float aimlessly underneath invoking curiosity.
Open air and open
Minds breathe calm breaths
in the company of loved ones you know but never really knew or felt they could re-New.
Swords lofted high inviting a fresh beginning
to a story which already has many chapters.
A Ukelele, whipped cream, a spinning pig and New York, New York troubling the neighbours.
Morning breaks along with formalities and rest, rest, rest.
A second home that will always missed but the translations will always be set like Rosetta's stone.

Nearly

I was reminded that I had this blog again tonight (I told you about my memory) - I nearly forgot about it.

If the person who I wrote about in my last post is reading this, I want to say I do trust you and I know you care about me; as I care about you.

Quel Surprise

Well. Surprise surprise. It happened again. I said it would be the last time, the last time; this time; this is the last time.

I got a text to say "it's all too much for me, I still miss my ex, you're too nice for me.." yadda yadda yadda. This is exactly what was expected. It's clear that she uses me for the initial break-up blues, and the second she's feeling better, or another guy comes on the scene *POOF* And she's gone.

The (bitter) sweet texts, the idea of being wanted, the long conversations.. It's pleasant and all, but it doesn't mean anything when it's all thrown away so quickly. In fact, I'm not really sure if I meant anything to her anyway? Am I not purely just a distraction? A medicinal aid when her heart breaks?

I'm so far removed from the situation that it's impossible for me to be hurt by this. It does make me realise how easily my will is changed by the pithiest of apologies and some attention.

This is the last time I'll be visiting the world concocted inside the heads of a dreamer and a fantasist.

Memory

I forgot that I'd started this blog. My memory isn't one of my most redeeming features...

When I have the time, and patience; I'll write something.

Deflowered

First time blogging on here. I've had a number of blogs before, but I ain't tellin' you what they are. Punk. Full of teenage angst, and who wants to read that?

I'll be back when I've got something to say.