April222012
When the road becomes still, the mind wonders. Or sometimes show you things that you don’t usually see
March272012
Invisible walls
Invisible boundaries
Dictating our lives, very visibly.
A bubble with thorns inside and out.
March112012
Me + Her
It’s me + her. And loving every moment of it.
Things are looking up. Nothing more I can ask for, after such a long challenging time.
Patience not only a virtue, but also tolerance, acceptance and understanding at all times.
I have grown up, and I feel we have too, together this time, in the same rhythm set by the metronome.
November172011
November162011
She
She always needs another 5minutes in bed
She loves to hold on and tug the shirt you are wearing especially when asleep
She loves being greeted with the smell of coffee brewing in the mornings
She loves to make the house smell like freshly baked bread, especially on weekend nights
She loves her foot rub, when we’re watching the telly
She loves ice cream- even when in the cold
She makes the home, home
She tends to her plants, like how one would to their children
She hates bitter but always conned into drinking something bitter
She makes the bed. Oddly, just before we go to sleep
She loves to make my homely shirts well worn
She makes sure we’re stocked with snacks- especially for the cold days when we get hungry
We now make music out of farts and burps
November152011
I am a raging rage.
A volcano, once dormant now explosive.
Once fireworks were beautiful, now just one big fury filled blast, heard for days, felt for months, oddly however seen by few.
It’s hard to keep a volcano dormant.
Dormant or not any more, I am this spewing volcano. Raging. With the occasional fuel that I wish I didn’t have, making each blast louder, more violent.
