And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl...

you, me, we.

You, me, we, let’s run away, mark our territory in a place that only exists where the birds sing in colour and our voices can disappear. All that speaks is our hearts, our deepest truest darkest truth will hold each other until the moon visits to give our Sun it’s break.

A break. You, me, we.

Let’s take this break together away from the realities of corruption and business. Away from the traffic and noise of our mind, go somewhere to search, to find, the simplicity behind our souls and eyes. Perhaps there…our disguise, that thing we call a disturbance will find it’s time to relax. Let our ego’s go, let them flow with the wind that carries all the dust of us away.

You, me, we, where can we escape to? Where can we discover, deflate, detach from this? All this? The purest of me, and you, it’s out there, looking for a moment to sweep us off our trampled grounds and lift us higher than this chaos.

Let’s go.

- mf

"The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers."

vulnerable

“Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” ~ C.S. Lewis

one day

I will be a free bird
one . fucking . day

"It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie." - Closer

find me

find a good book,
and a little spot,
open your eyes, your mind
and read ...

tip toe

I’m the shattered glass on your floor
You tip toe around me not to hurt yourself
Time to clean up and throw it all away
Clean slate
Clear mind

I closed my eyes
and spoke to you
in a thousand
silent ways.

through me like sand

Love After Love

Love After Love

The time will come
When, with elation
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

- Derek Walcott

don't reject love.

imaginary

I have been walking towards
your imaginary light
for some time now ...