I like to watch the weather clear. Clouds dissipate like the trail of a firework caught in the breeze dragged away to who knows where.

Closed blooms drink in the sudden light. The rain laden grass begins to unfurl like aching fingers finding relief in stretching out. 

Water droplets hang in  slow suspension, waiting to flow, to fall. Mist clings to the valley with such ghostly charm.

Hills cloaked in cloud rise up, colossal clouds of green. Birdsong fills the air delicate and free. The tall grass clings to flesh momentarily. 

My jeans are too big, but I like the way they don’t fit. I’m constantly pulling them up. I could wear a belt, but I like how they fall. Never completely, how they cling to my hips like they know I will catch them. 

The bottoms have frayed because they drag on the ground. They get caught in my flip-flops. When I stand I always have on hand in my pocket, but only in these jeans. Half holding them up and half pulling them down. 

How the skin on your back feels on my skin. How one delicate touch can pull me in. How I melt at the sound of your breathing, how my eyes dilate when you gasp.  

How I hunger for nights alone with you. I become you, entwined with you. How you swim in the very depths of me. You touch the void, you own my oceans. 

How I’m on the edge with you and still wanting more. How I want you in the best way and in the worst too. You breathe life into me, but I am breathlessly yours. 

How this incessant desire takes all of my hours. How I lose myself in the intimacy we alone have found, how I discover you. Your curves, your flesh. 

You are beautiful to your core. 

Ben Howard – Time Is Dancing http://youtu.be/NY7oW28dEHU

Periodically life slows and you have time for reflection time to embrace what’s past while eagerly looking to what’s ahead of you. I’m sure that each day runs by the same clocks, but why does the good clock tick faster? Does it skip beats? The time thief? 

When hours you want to savour become minutes that you cling to. When daylight fades to moonlight in the blink of an eye. When hellos are lost in heartbeats, but the pain of goodbye feels like a fresh titanium blade. 

Why is happiness so short lived? Fact is, it simply isn’t. It’s our perception of happiness. Our default setting telling us that you must have the dark times to appreciate the light. I think our default fails us. We evoke bad memories, we recall the dark times constantly forgetting that the good could eclipse them if only we gave them the space to evolve. 

Why should that first kiss be forgotten. Let it linger on your lips forever. Those fingertips that brought you to life are the same fingertips and your skin remains unchanged. Tame the darkness and let what’s light become your ruler. 

Yes there will be darkness, but those clouds do not have to cover your soul. Be sad and embrace empathy. Find strength in those you love and if that love fades remember how you once flourished in its glow, how its light brought you happiness and shaped the person you are. 

Time ticks by regardless. We can’t stop it, but we don’t have to become its bitch. 

I’m aware of things without being told, I watch situations unfold. Feeling the need to voice an opinion, but keeping clear and letting it go. When someone you know is being treated badly. You know their soul so you see through the bitterness that’s being heaped upon them. You want to be there to protect and guard, but life makes being there impossibly hard. 

With the clearest eyes. Full of clarity and love  

Thank you ❤️ 

There are times when I am lost for words. Where the uncomfortable silence feels like an embrace.

Where biting my tongue feels like the only solution and walking away beats the fear of what might be said.

Mood finds its balance in the comfort of routine. Throw a stone in and see that balance rock. 

Brick walls that once were conquered are being built again. Barriers torn down begin to cover me in shade.

I don’t want to tread gently nor be walked upon. 

… what’s left when you stop believing? There’s you! Wise enough to know who’s telling the truth. We’re all wise enough, but still we quote their every word. We wave their banners high. We breathe in the toxic and we spit out their manifestos. We switch allegiances like our integrity should never be questioned. 
Because without political bullshit we’d have so little to say. Yeah you’re left and I’m fair to middling. Stances to suit the occasion.  

A lady at work was extremely sad this morning. She’s so beautiful. You can see kindness in her, her eyes, her smile and how gently she reaches for your hand. 
We walked and talked for a while. 

She likes cats and pineapple. She also like how fibre optic feels. She was sad because she’s so lost. She didn’t tell me that, but to anyone who cares to look closer it’s obvious. She’s been detached from the love of her life. Most of her day is spent looking for him.

Just after lunchtime he arrives. He visits twice a day every day. He brings pineapple. He talks he soothes. She laughs. Love doesn’t just stop. No matter what. 

Dementia does not take everything. It does not strip all memories from existence. If you allow them to fade memories die. 

This morning passed in a haze of lust. A haze of you. Control abandoned and untamed. Giving in to let it all go. Setting free what lies within. So very deep within. 

Unlocked and unleashed, but this is not hell. This is a place I’ve never visited…I want to get to know it well. 

Eyes covered, but not against the light. A sensory explosion you’re the vision in my sight.