Friday 29 July 2011

The kindness of strangers, the meanness of lovers. The wisdom of children, the folly of adults. The strength of silence, the emptiness of words. The love of hatred and the hatred of love. All these contradictions make me wonder- is the beauty of life its unpredictabilty or is life, in its beauty, unpredictable?

Tuesday 12 July 2011

You are the storm that calms me,
the peace that makes me anxious,
the shadow that casts a bright light,
the spell that sets me free.
You are the me that I lost.

Sunday 3 July 2011

The moments that I held you
Were the moments that held me

The meekness of the rain
That kissed me instead
Of you, sobered me down.

The only truth I've known
Is in the lies you told me.

Friday 1 July 2011

The quiet beauty of this dawn is unsettling. Life, why are you still with me today? Am I worthy of your grace? When you finally decide to leave, will I be prepared?
You are the ocean and I am the shore. Your crests and troughs, highs and lows, consent and denial; you always leave me wanting more/less of you.