Never spent, just earned.
I lay in our bed, and consider getting up. But that is a battle I’m losing and don’t really mind playing victim to. The holiday mode has won me over instantly and I am just going along with it sympathetically. It’s 11:30 in the morning and the weather outside is grey and wet. She is asleep next to me. Time is passing slowly and we slink into an embrace, playing spoons and staying...
Be right back pal...
Tickets are bought. Suitcases dusted off. Jackets found and folded. Terrible passport photos taken. Accomodation arranged. Time is ticking and now flying by. Taxi service thought of… We’re on holiday. So, I’ll be back soonish. You might be lucky, and get a few snaps/vids and stories whilst on the road, but for now, know where your heart is. I know where mine is, and its...
Reason number 12
12: why I love her; We are the best bunch of drunks together.
It begins with a look. The look that just envelopes all. Two strangers with a gaze in common. Eyes lock from across the room And the rest of existence ceases to exist. It’s that magnetism That spark That makes those few leap That makes the lucky swell The perfect survive in locks To prosper and perfect love. heart missing?
Self Improvement or self evolution...
Self improvement never really was something I really believed in, and it was never something I ever considered. I thought I was just fine the way I was. Head strong, confident, kinda wise, slightly idiotic and sporadic. Yet these traits never really stand the test of time, as they go hand in hand with failure and inevitably the beating of broken hearts. But there is always a lesson that goes with...
Time will tell
He watches time go slowly, just because he knows its closer to that moment he sees her again. He anticipates the feelings that would swell and rush him over like a torrential tidal wave crashing amongst unsuspecting shores. He just knows that he won’t be able to resist whisking her away, and embracing her lovingly for such an elongated amount of time, that he might worry of over smothering...
You reside freshly in my mind as an exhiliration, awakening of the time that was lost, returning, where potential becomes mission statements, and failure is never looked upon nor considered. You’re re-inventing me from an unwanted slumber, and dawning a new childhood within my being. Let’s then embrace this motion, and not waste any more time… - heart missing?
It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can...– A Room with a View: Edward Morgan Forster
… true love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts...– A message from the sea: Charles Dickens
New look for Missing Heart...
What do you think? -Heart Missing?
Birds of a feather, they say, flock together.
I can’t argue that she is so close to my heart. It’s something that can’t be denied, because it goes without saying really, when all those things that you look for in someone has been found and complimenting your existence. This really was the case one afternoon when we were planning places to visit, and the necessities for our upcoming trip to NZ. Most regular couples would...