I jump to your love the way a thought jumps to another thought.
effortless. without a plan.

you know what I take seriously?
the inability some have out there when they're dealing with one or none of something. When I think about the stars and the infinite space around us, that shit's pretty serious. Or the idea of a pregnant mother never getting a chance to meet her child. Or a child never getting a chance to meet his or her mother. I mean, that's serious stuff. That's the ache I can feel for, the sorry I can understand it's depth to. But to take myself too seriously? This life? To become consumed by it? I simply can't justify it. And I'm serious when I say that.

the worthy ache

It’s not love until it hurts. My heart boils and with little bursts, it grows wings that crave flight. I’m leaving the fight, against what might, work and not work. I’m setting myself free for you, take me entirely, love me selfishly, need me excessively and consume my sanity. I don’t exist in time with you, I find myself looking…but for no escape, just looking – admiring, wondering, seeking more & more of what might be pain. The worthy ache. An anxiety I want to let in.

It’s not love until it hurts.

- MF

American Hustle "Poisonous Choices"

Between Christian Bale's ability to still be sexy and charming with his comb over, bad posture and stubbly belly, and Amy Adam's intense glares she shoots at Irving because she just can't help but .... want him - this movie definitely gets my vote for #1 of 2013. I had to watch it twice to catch the subliminal messaging (the fishing story, Rosalyn's sweet and sour nail polish). Bale for an Oscar? Hell yes. Sorry Leo, yet again I didn't feel that naturalism from you.

bang bang

my baby shot me down

"Or, rather, let us be more simple and less vain."

sometimes

I have funny ways of protecting myself
my fragile heart can't always handle your thick love

go to bed, young dreamer

go to bed, young dreamer

follow those thoughts that bring you home
where ever it may exist,
not be in places that clocks are turning and time is burning,
close your eyes and turn your mind from the madness,
fall in love with your sadness...
- mf

colour me in

Ocho Rios

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