Art is a peculiar thing, original; priceless. Irreplaceable, and once stolen, forever gone. Nothing's quite felt like home since you, nothing's just quite right, not since I opened the door and you walked right out. Absolutely necessary at the time, but now I miss you; I miss you like a hot coffee of a morning … Continue reading skinny love.
Before one can flourish, they must know the dirt, they must know the earth; they must lay root. Only once foundation has been established may we reach for the sky. I give thee permission to stand strong and tall, grasping at the sun. Water and rays are all you need most days, but often a … Continue reading The laying of root.
Often we are scared to open ourselves up, living in fear of the day that all good things must come to an end. I feel exotic like a fruity cocktail; sweet, intoxicating and with one sip... ah! that hits the spot. Between my toes is finely ground sand, heated to just the perfect temperature; not … Continue reading fear.
A day spent in the warm embrace, my brothers, sisters and me, I see you, you see me; locked in embrace like we were meant to be, Moments I did spend broken, for my once removed brothers and sisters in Timor Leste, Peace to my brothers and my sisters, for were all once, Separated by … Continue reading Soul connection.
All my life I believed that I didn't deserve nutri-grain, that I couldn't obtain nutri-grain; a childhood spent deprived of such luxuries. I never thought I'd be captain, I never thought I'd rise above. A life spent missing the mark, falling short, the usual story of trauma and unrealised potential. Experiences that shaped me, that … Continue reading Weetbix and sugar,
We are all moving towards something; an end state, a 'final' destination, consciously or unconsciously. Within each of our thoughts, each of our decisions, and each of our actions lies a fragment of the lie in which we are headed towards. We are in constant motion, but how often do we remain still and consider: … Continue reading To what end.
We live in deep water; they see only the surface. Those who dare to dive deep into these infinite waters are blessed with wealth beyond imagination. Those who dive deep change the world; those who dive deep get closer to seeing things for how they truly are. The surface people, those people, those who conform … Continue reading The musings of a foolish genius.
