Sunday 28 October 2012


Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been". 
Kurt Vonnegut

{Photo via: Karina Vlasova}

Sunday 21 October 2012


I felt my heart break today. Crushed under the weight of a crippling disappointment - in myself. 
No. But not heartbreak, really. More like the feeling of a heart being suffocated. Slowing down. Fading. 
I don't know how I became this. I don't believe in me anymore. 

(I miss your arms today.) 

{Photo: Flickr Adriano Sodré}

Saturday 13 October 2012


There's something funny about that one night. Not one of those pictures turned out.

Which adds a little magic, no? All those moments, so charged with energy and secrecy, were never recorded. Just a handful of terrible, terrible photographs to remember or forget it by. Only up to me  - and you, perhaps.
Really, I don't know how I even hoped to capture it ; how I expected to hold electricity in my hand like it could last there forever. 

It was all a little like that. A lightning bolt. Deadly, fast, and brilliant. A flash that disappeared before I could trace the shape, or get it down on paper. Glorious and blinding for a blink, then gone. 

Yes. We were a little like that. 

{Photo via: We Heart It}

Tuesday 2 October 2012

There it is//

You don't want to hear the story of my life,
and anyway I don't want to tell it,
I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it's the same old story - - -
a few people just trying, one way or another,
to survive.