Saturday, January 30, 2010

a high and a half...

vanilla... she's started loving the smell...

jiving alone on a stormy night under the stars as her vanilla scented hair played around and kissed her nose she has a sly smile.. only she knows where she has been...

she anticipates now... she's less afraid to hope coz she's reached an acceptance...

wishing on a shooting star as she lights the lamp made of old guitar strings with a candle in it (yes.. vanilla again) she knows that this is a feeling that will never fade...

Saturday, January 16, 2010

will it..?

"It's hard to breathe in the city
It's easier to drink
Come to my house, we'll sit in the dark
And try not to think
About the green fields, the way the land feels"
- Dawn Landes

and they sat there talking of their utopia's little realizing how close they had become... she stood their scared and wondering as her mind did li'l somersaults... it was uncertain... she did not want to break away...

Friday, January 8, 2010

dove

and so she let her stars break and fall... they showered on her in bits and pieces... but on a cold night on her terrace she saw the supernova she had been waiting for...

she's woken up to a dull winter sun and a cold winter breeze... she's woken up to peace and silence in her heart... she's woken up knowing she experienced her champagne supernova...