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Slave to your tides
Your white salty fingertips ( Read more... ) -
I have no need for a sea view -- Parasol
I might already have forgiven you for doing a disappearing act for a while. After all, 10 years ago is a long time and you promised me forever. I stood there for a while looking for you, you know. You were there to hold my hand every time I got my heart broken. I still joke about it. About how I see the face of God so often it must mean we visit ( Read more... ) -
I want things
Not just inanimate objects. It's mostly people. And how I want people to be. And how I want them to be, to me. But you. You just are. Without me trying to fit you into this 'idea' in my head. Oh no. You carved your own shape. And you just inevitably, indubitably clicked, snapped, fell into place-- like you've always been there. I am sure you didn't ( Read more... ) -
Look I'm standing naked before you...
Most good days are Thursdays ( Read more... ) -
Nothing is beautiful from every point of view. --- Horace
My best friend posted that on her FB status today. And all I have to say about that is-- if I applied this quote to you, then I have yet to find that point of view. And because I see nothing but beauty, and yes this includes your flaws, then it will be a long search indeed ( Read more... ) -
Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again
Tori's opened all her Joburg shows with Little Earthquakes, so I thought the lyrics for this post title was apt tonight. This post won't have much to do with Tori anyway ( Read more... ) -
Glue
The glue keeping my sanity together, and precariously at that, is my writing. Dancing words, words that draw sighs from lovers- words that are derisive, cruel, mocking or taunting. Words that calm and act as a snug haven of belonging-- whether real or imagined.
If I were to quantify every desperate, hopeful and mad desire which sits on my chest, ( Read more... ) -
I want out
Tonight, I'm in such a weird mood... and what's even stranger is that I want to be pulled out of it. I'm tired of constantly feeling this ache, like there was something missing. I look around in confusion but nothing is out of place ( Read more... ) -
I will seek for you
...written sometime in October... throwing them all out there so they can fend for themselves ( Read more... ) -
We drew in chalk
Cracking under the noonday sun ( Read more... )