Last night

I fell down a rabbit hole last night.
I hit my head.
And got trapped in a teacup.

Hardened hearts

My sentimental heart hardens. . . .

Because no-one belongs here more than you

Eternal possibility

Be everywhere
As light as air
Shifting
Turning
Blazing like fire
Blowing
Floating
Roaming
Freewilling
Spirit forever changing
Yet forever lasting
Wings unwavering
Yet always yielding
Touching
Liberating
Illuminating
Surrendering only to eternal possibility

One Week

It's something I'm a little unsure of how to explain.
It's something I struggle to make sense of.

I fell madly, deeply, crazy for someone who I hardly knew, it felt right.
We fell asleep together and woke up together.
I cried a little later at the thought of losing him.

He tried to put things into perpective and promised me it wasnt over.
The only real thing stopping us was distance. He lives there, I live here.
Sometimes I will dream of his arms holding me again. Sometimes, he will be in my dreams.

All I have are the memories of that new, excited feeling. Of butterflies every time his fingers brushed my face, of electric sparks every time we kissed, because it was so new, and unexpected and amazing. He is nothing like anyone I have ever been with, i cant shake off this feeling.

So for now, it's his promise to me:
"Per simpre rimmerete el cuoro" which means- you will always have a place in my heart.

Just because we dont live in the same city.

Bananas

A half never seems to satisfy the whole.
I run away for the weekend and you still find a way to drive me bananas.
I worry, I wonder, I wish, I want.

Let's have a tea party?

Let's have a tea party?
Get lost in our own thoughts?
And let our imagination run wild..
We can wear silly hats and drink tea from pretty little china cups.
Because my world would be a wonderland.

...

I think i find comfort in your arms.
When will you realise?

I'm tierd of the games and tierd of the guessing.
You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches.

This modern love breaks me.
This modern love wastes me.

We're at the lucky age of falling for everything and falling for anything.

To him:
What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent minded?
Why so scared of romance?


The heart is a lonely hunter.
I'm right here **