A black hole sucking me in, without hesitation I find myself on the ladder retreating straight down.
Cherry blossom hums through the open window, quickly followed by the delicate punch from the forget-me-not’s. Just enough to pull you back from falling off the precipice in your own head. Never have you ever realised how beautiful a falling raindrop can be, seamlessly oblivious that it will shatter at first impact; full of convenient forgettery. For … Continue reading Rosarian
Isn’t it amazing how our lives are a product of our surroundings, as infants we are tailored to be exactly how our parents wish us to. If you were to reverse and make the slightest change, be it the school we go to or the hobbies we have, it could be the difference between becoming … Continue reading Curiosity – Part One
A sui generis soul seeks a loop of thread, to keep her keep dreams whole. Never without animus, it is always there hiding, in her own head. * Find something you love to do and never let go. * Instagram Twitter Pinterest Bloglovin
Have you ever looked at a photo or a painting of some one and thought, who are they? What is their story? I have decided to post something a little different today. The following is my own narration of the characters portrayed in the 1942 Edward Hopper painting 'Nighthawk'. Why don't you give it a … Continue reading Nighthawk – Edward Hopper 1942
Unmitigated memories, Growing distant through age. Hidden valedictory, Unabashed, most non-the-wiser. In future, Ultimately means diddly-squat anyway. * Instagram Twitter Pinterest Bloglovin
‘’You’ll see me again soon kiddo, remember that.’’ Aiden smiles and reaches one hand as if to stroke his Father's cheek, only to pinch his nose and pretends to throw it away.