Her mind takes me to some unique places, across distances unheard of and through realms uncharted… But that’s the beauty of it, I would follow her to the days end and back again. 

- heart missing?

Her mind takes me to some unique places, across distances unheard of and through realms uncharted… But that’s the beauty of it, I would follow her to the days end and back again.

- heart missing?

The destruction of writers block.

It had been a little while since I have written anything, I guess a number of factors are determining why that may be a reason, but overall, it is something that I need to break as of this very occurrence.

As of this moment, it is 2:29 am. I write this in the complete darkness of our bedroom. The street can be heard softly as cars speed by, carrying along a sonder of personalities along with the wind. I can hear her breathe also. She is sleeping deeply beside me, wrapped in our blankets and quilts with only her head popping up over the pillow, allowing the space to breathe. I am illuminated by the phone screen, a device that is both distracting me from sleep and somewhat assisting me to get to sleep… But tonight, I am losing the battle against slumber and remaining restless and weary. Tonight, in order to rest, I must write.

Lately, I’ve been consumed with so many variants within my life that demand attention, which has the consequence of missing out on chances such as this very moment, right now and within these words. From the excesses of work to the variables of family, I’ve been busy trying to maintain everything. And to be frank, I am getting exhausted.

Maybe this exhaustion is causing a pause in my writing? Where upon some moments would flow out of my mind explosively, whereas now it would occasionally trickle at inopportune places. Who knows, really? Though, I am lucky to realise that I have a lifetime of subject matter to substantiate new forms of written work, and I have the love and unlimited support of an incredible woman to further fuel such musings within my mind, but sometimes, things just slow down.

Slowing down.

I see this both as a moment that would frighten me, and equally give me a thrill. The notion of letting go, letting the course of life sail me in the right direction and just trusting that whatever the outcome, everything will be amicable. I can’t help but think frantically about all the possible outcomes, and failing then to just relax and ease into it all, or slowing down, if you will. But, I have a determined plan to change this, to embrace more of the beauties that exist within this planet, to heed the call of nature and submerge myself within it’s rhythms… And to write about it with passion. It’s a request that I call upon the universe to aid me with, even in the slightest most insignificant of forms, as I’m sure to be vigilant to notice. I know it within myself, that that would quash that ailing exhaustion.

I guess, I can begin this very occasion. Over the time that has passed, I felt that my life really hasn’t been so vibrant up until my path crossed with the beautiful girl. It had it’s brilliance in moments with so many incredible folk that I call my friends and family, but it wasn’t until meeting my soulmate in a dry-cleaner one fateful afternoon, that my life doubtlessly took a turn towards harmonious perfection.
If it wasn’t for her, the light within my life would have faded, and I would become a callous upon this existence.
She really is that special. Even in this very moment, at 3am, with her resting by my side, as I’m pouring my heart out about exhaustion and lack of writing, battling my need to sleep over not sleeping… She inspires me to break the wall and just let go. She is a guiding spirit and a freedom that is inspirational. That’s something unique right there, something beyond the very levels of man, something incendiary and otherworldly.

And with that, I shall try and sleep, dream and wake up a new man. One that is still in love so rich and pure with his beautiful woman, but a man determined to explore the graciousness that comes along this incredible planet, with her by my side. Consider this ramble/post/rant the destruction of the writers block.

- Missing Heart?

Couples that stitch swear words together, stay the fuck together.

On a serious note, we are the funniest people I know.

-Heart Missing?

Couples that stitch swear words together, stay the fuck together.

On a serious note, we are the funniest people I know.

-Heart Missing?

Happiness.

I never believed that I would be on the receiving end of such brilliance within the span of my life. It was something that I felt was attainable but never available to mere mortals, yet, I can be certainly proven otherwise. 

This day was close to being surreal, as it was such an incredible moment to witness, but it was a reality and I was lucky to be living it. 

We traveled to the heart of the city on our bikes, armed with books and cameras. We found ourselves here, by the water and within one of the greatest views this world has to offer.

The day just rolled onwards, as each previous moment was casually outdone by the next. I felt that I knew where we were going, but she was the one that had the overall plan. Happiness, it seems, has found us; and it’s truly choosing to stay.

-Missing heart?

Happiness.

I never believed that I would be on the receiving end of such brilliance within the span of my life. It was something that I felt was attainable but never available to mere mortals, yet, I can be certainly proven otherwise.

This day was close to being surreal, as it was such an incredible moment to witness, but it was a reality and I was lucky to be living it.

We traveled to the heart of the city on our bikes, armed with books and cameras. We found ourselves here, by the water and within one of the greatest views this world has to offer.

The day just rolled onwards, as each previous moment was casually outdone by the next. I felt that I knew where we were going, but she was the one that had the overall plan. Happiness, it seems, has found us; and it’s truly choosing to stay.

-Missing heart?

We were walking among the fleeting day, our recently adopted pooch is throwing himself among the place joyfully; letting his nose plunge into every new smell, unlocking a new bouquet of ownerships. But for us, we were just walking casually among the slowly breaking night. The night was fresh, and there were people about the place running to and fro, coming and going in their workout attire, and then there is us… Being us.

Conversation never really is fleeting, as I’ve come to notice and enjoy, and her opinion is one I hold to incredibly high regard. Tonight, as we walked and talked, we spoke about the good amongst the bad. The point of ruin with each human, the threshold someone meets before minds later and change, the point where everything you came to know changed quickly in a flash. Love, as well, was spoken about. I mean, how could it not be on discussion? It just needed to show itself on such a beautiful crisp summer night.

"I try my hardest, no matter what, to always think of something good about someone, even if our last moments were the opposite" I said, whilst casually pulling Rex along as he was dragging through the grass with his paws.

"Same! But sometimes it doesn’t really work. I mean, I remember writing a list about what I loved about people in the past, and it was just empty"
-“Same here hun, it’s not that I was being hard or mean, but sometimes that alone is a hard thing to do”
“But now, if I want to write a top 100 list of the things I love about you, I can”

She said this out of left field, and it floored me. I wanted to hear her say it again, as it was music to my ears, and I wanted to have it on repeat. 
I’m glad she could write such lists about me, because I would do the same, hell I would trek to the ends of the earth writing pages for a book that I would gladly place at her feet. And in that moment, I was ecstatic, a depart from the usual happiness; but a moment I would savour for the good part of my exhaling breaths.

- Missing Heart?

We were walking among the fleeting day, our recently adopted pooch is throwing himself among the place joyfully; letting his nose plunge into every new smell, unlocking a new bouquet of ownerships. But for us, we were just walking casually among the slowly breaking night. The night was fresh, and there were people about the place running to and fro, coming and going in their workout attire, and then there is us… Being us.

Conversation never really is fleeting, as I’ve come to notice and enjoy, and her opinion is one I hold to incredibly high regard. Tonight, as we walked and talked, we spoke about the good amongst the bad. The point of ruin with each human, the threshold someone meets before minds later and change, the point where everything you came to know changed quickly in a flash. Love, as well, was spoken about. I mean, how could it not be on discussion? It just needed to show itself on such a beautiful crisp summer night.

"I try my hardest, no matter what, to always think of something good about someone, even if our last moments were the opposite" I said, whilst casually pulling Rex along as he was dragging through the grass with his paws.

"Same! But sometimes it doesn’t really work. I mean, I remember writing a list about what I loved about people in the past, and it was just empty"
-“Same here hun, it’s not that I was being hard or mean, but sometimes that alone is a hard thing to do”
“But now, if I want to write a top 100 list of the things I love about you, I can”

She said this out of left field, and it floored me. I wanted to hear her say it again, as it was music to my ears, and I wanted to have it on repeat.

I’m glad she could write such lists about me, because I would do the same, hell I would trek to the ends of the earth writing pages for a book that I would gladly place at her feet. And in that moment, I was ecstatic, a depart from the usual happiness; but a moment I would savour for the good part of my exhaling breaths.

- Missing Heart?

Words

She has the fondest way with words.
A meticulous way to her sentences,
Threading without pause of construct
That feel structured perfectly,
Even if they appear from the ether.
Countless moments are enlightened,
Enlivened, ripened and dulcified
Whenever she lets her mind speak.
It is the curious of blisses,
And the echt of delights pure.
My ears eagerly await the next moment,
Like lingering perfumes,
And thirsty maw.

- Missing Heart?

The capturing of memories.

We tread boards over stages and sling cables that power lights, which then get covered with black insulation tape. We lug weights, 10kg bags of metal filings to secure metal stands, just in case someone was to trip. We slowly raise backdrops and stages, platforms where people smitten with romance and passionate with love can perform for the camera. We do this, as we have a passion for it. The cameras click and expose light to dark film, capturing the memory of the then and there, people wearing different personalities embodied through animal furs and stick moustaches. The fractions of seconds before the exposure and between the flash bulb, the moment that becomes immortalised on print. The moment we care for and are passionate about. 


I can spend these days doing this with the girl, taking photos of the best times, enjoying the moment, creating a memory of loving embraces, as it’s just the ideal notions where magic and romance meet and stay for the evening. It’s something I love, with the woman I love. Her idea is brilliant, and I’m always forever in awe about it, through every camera click and bulb flash. And even if the set has been taken down and the equipment packed away, we’re always left with the memory within us, as we drive away holding hands and attacking the night with the radio on. That moment, is one of the several thousand moments where I am at my happiest. 

- Missing Heart?

The girl and I have hit our three year anniversary, and it literally feels like we’re still in the early days of our relationship. Each day that passes provides us both with so much hope and energy, that what we have feels organic, brilliant and a soulful mark upon destiny. It all feels so incredible, tangible and righteous. Yet, it was something that I truly knew from the very beginning, deep within my own heart and mind, that this woman would be it, the be all and end all.

It’s not everyday where you meet someone you wish to perfect a bowtie for, to capture words from the abyss and structure them into sentences for them, to make them smile, laugh and to console when they need the world to falter with its pressures. If it was everyday, would it be as equally as amazing? I truly think not. This has to be it.

It is now where I feel like my days are far enriched, and my mind is truly at peace. Did it take love to get there? Was it finding where my heart was and nesting in a home within her arms? I’m not too sure. I’ll find out over time. But what I do know is that she is my better half, the thought pattern that crafts beauty, the answer to many questions and the reason why my heart skips beats.

- Missing Heart?

wordsupsidehead:

They defied laws, they defied boundaries, they defied gravity and they defied social norms… But their message is perfectly precise, deserved and eloquently brilliant. It should be the only advertising we ever need to feel like we belong and are connected somehow.  Love is the answer. #checkthatshitout #love

wordsupsidehead:

They defied laws, they defied boundaries, they defied gravity and they defied social norms… But their message is perfectly precise, deserved and eloquently brilliant. It should be the only advertising we ever need to feel like we belong and are connected somehow. Love is the answer. #checkthatshitout #love

I fell in love the way you fall asleep… slowly, then all at once.

John Green, The Fault In Our Stars.