Tuesday, January 4, 2011

(photo by me)
At last I feel as though I am myself again. Before I felt compacted into a tiny bubble, people staring, asking questions that I felt too uncomfortable to answer, their arm twisted and knotted to my forearm pulling me alongside them for gossip. Finally I have escaped. The perforated bubble lies behind, the arms have been uprooted. I am myself.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Deep sighs, a fresh start. Hello again.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Magic is draining from my veins. They drink unicorn blood for breakfast, silver smudges coating their rough chin, bonfires glow in their eyes. It is all forgotten.

Monday, October 18, 2010

I stood there, looking at her from the other side of the platform. Her finger curled around her chestnut brown hair .Her nose was pink from the cold and her breath resembled tiny ballerinas pirouetting away from her parting lips. The train was approaching and I could see her mother, an ordinary looking woman compared to her elfin daughter, beckoning for her to come hither. The daughter’s mitten encased hand gripped her mother’s as they bustled onto the train, racing for a seat. She let her daughter take the window seat and I watched a tiny hand create a clear window though the misted glass. As the train departed I saw the girl’s face smiling back at me. I have forever since remembered her innocent face staring, smiling

Monday, September 27, 2010


This weekend consisted of tea time, dissolving clouds, special gifts for the charming prince, and listening to this, twirling like a ballerina whilst tiny litte tears rest on my freckled cheeks.
Everyday when I open my eyes the grip around my heart weakens and I become stronger, bolder. I am learning to let go, but I won't let go yet. You are still in my heart, but I cannot lament anymore. You are gone, I know...yet I feel your touch along my spine, leaving a trail of raised flesh. You have made me feel alive again. Thank you.
x

Monday, September 13, 2010

taken at the museum of childhood
she stands behind the glass, waiting for that someone.
Alas, he has failed to return.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

All the stars, your eyes
Raining just for me
Aeon will set me free...
Aeon’s eyes forlorn
He contains the storm
He’s the pasture of my dawn

Aeon♥