There has been an accident. She recognised his colouring and begins to speak native with him. This smell calms me and lulls my senses into submission. He holds me like he hasn’t held me for a long time and suddenly I see how clear his spirit is again. My eyes are tired and there are emotions and viruses circling around my head. The beeping of the tiny machine in your chest is annoying me, it sounds like an electronic bird. I stumble and I fall. I am scared as I do not know what to expect from you and I do not know what you think of these philosophies. How many languages do you comprehend as I take every word you say as feign, like it’s a dream and suddenly then you vanish. She sits quietly and reads the script, following the lines like moths to a light. I follow you like it’s the way home. I am aware that I may have to do this alone and for that I keep you afar. Slowly I drink from your cupped hands but I keep constant eye contact, whilst being blindfolded, as I am cautious of these feelings stirring deep in my darkness. Orla Willow is a beautiful name and he feeds her orange fruit that she consumes whole. Is it you that I am scared of or am I scared of myself. There is something that I am aware of, yet I am unaware to what it is. We make crumbs together under the biscuit stars and the tea flavoured moon.

Home. Let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you.
Holy, Moley, me, oh my,
You're the apple of my eye,
Girl I've never loved one like you.
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie,
Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ,
Ain't nothing please me more than you.

Sleeping with the light, dancing in the dark and dreaming of sunsets. Beaches and Rivers that flow through the bed as we sleep, wrapped in each others tentacles. Beauty and the Beast. This is what you tell me. I rest alone and watch the smoke billowing from the rooftops. I have a photographic memory and within 3 seconds I record 408 images.I drift in and out of consiousness submerged by what they call an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may be leading to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. It started as a moment. A fleeting fragment of time that was encapsulated and concieved in that very moment. The probability of meeting him there holding the brown aesculus underneath the bright shining moonlight was something that I had held in my pocket for years. We had unaccountably cultivated that precise second of time for centuries. Rubbing them and keeping them warm, patiently awaiting for your play on words. I was not however ready for this ship to sail. I will be blowing myself back to shore and the wind will carry those sweet words and brush past your forehead as you stand unaware and unsure that I am thinking of you. From the depth of my pumping vessel. an involuntary striated muscle tissue beating with every millisecond and stopping when you are near me. I am lost in those eyes of darkness and I am saved by the light laughter that surrounds us. We dance and dance. I am momentarily scared. Like a rabbit. Lost and confused. I am present to your language and the chambers in which I am spinning around in. I am sure that I don't want to let go and I am sure that I want you to be present. We are responsible. Children of the light with flames at our feet. The deepest oceans and the distant skies. I am a mirror of you and you to me. I have loved you before as many others that pass me in the street. The concept of your beauty astounds me and I am no longer in control of my mind, I am without the use of language. I do not speak. I kiss you like it is the first time that you have ever been touched. My hands follow your skin and I am reading every part of you, but there are miles of thousand of clouds to jump to and from. Forever wandering and wondering about every small detail that surrounds you and your thought patters, your thought programmes that I sit up late at night and watch like old black and white movies whilst you sleep next to me, smothering me with your arms. I do not want broken fragments. I cannot breathe yet it is like the first breath that I have ever inhaled.

Shifting can't sTop fucking shifTing.
Running can't stop fuckinG running.

BotH of which kinda hUrt.

She Always Takes the Time.

Keep your thought positive because your thoughts become your words. Keep your words positive because your words become your behaviours. Keep your behaviours positive because your behaviours become your habits. Keep your habits positive because your habits become your values. Keep your values positive because your values become your destiny.

- Mahatma Gandhi

SarA Sani...I wish I were eating ChoColate Croissants with yoU at 6am...right nOw.

vas te faire encule

And theN he said that to Her.

Drunk woman loves horse semen.

Learning more and more about less and less and less
On the edge of your seat in some dark movie
Can you memorize the scenes
They'll be different next week
Can you tell me can you tell can you tell
If there's something better
'Cause you know there always is
There always is.

Genius that is Cat Power

You’re so happy that I want to cry. You remind me of her. Maybe I don’t belong, perhaps I should fly to another life, far, far away. I am here to give and give, like meters of ribbon forever unravelling. I am a hindu. I am a buddist, I am a nun and a monk. I am a western eastern philosophy that is confused and jumbled. I am high on the darkness of the light and the light that brings the darkness. I swim with every stroke in my hand. You haven’t touched me for 17 days and 3 hours. I have lost count of the times that I said those things to you. I will rest my weary head here for a while and count the stars. I remember the first night that I entered that dark cave, I couldn’t feel my legs and I was scared. I was shaking like a small fox, tattered and torn without its mother. You said that it was stupid and I agreed. I sat most nights and watched the ocean, tumbling into shore and pushing its way back out again. Like the motion of us. Am I in love with you or the thought of loving you. I compare and contrast every single moment of existence without you. Our child is like a wolf. I have named him Orla Willow, although I am not sure what surname he will take. I stretch up and the white light enters my top eye, smothering me in a dense energy that I don’t want to leave. I fall into slumber and forget where I am. What is my name, not that makes me understand this any more. It doesn’t matter as we are all as one, we fight to be individual and single creature entities, always wanting an emotion and striving to become two. I can’t spell her name backwards but I can read it from the left to the right. Its morning and I am hungry. I break the bark from the tree that grows deep in the forest. I sit and talk with the branches and he caresses my hair, I hug and touch him. I feel like a mother. Not my mother but it’s a familiar feeling that I gently sway and rock to. You are my food, my water and my breath. I look for Prana, momentarily I have misplaced her, she flows deep within my veins, through my capillaries. You use words that I understand, they are familiar to me. Weeping Willow. My legs hurt but you have not touched me for years. Dusty days and weary nights, tumbling into one another. Confusing me as I trip and stumble with every word and every second step that I take, I have a feeling that these boots are too small for my wooden feet.