Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.– Aristotle
Empires on tea
We’ll build a world together, one that is spawned from creative sparks and cups of tea. Not one built on bricks and mortar, but rather the constructs of our hearts and minds interrelated; With pages of books littered with photographs and bustling colour, memories that carry true and passionately: The past exists behind us, yet it won’t make fools of us at all, if we know it well. We’ll be...
I really don't mind making an absolute fool of...
At the book launch from two nights ago, I was holding onto a Canon 7D with a mammoth lens on it standing next to a broncolor light watching my girl mingle with the other women mentioned in her book, when I was approached by a young woman asking if I was one of the event photographers; to which I bumbled: Oh? No, well yeah, I mean I do dabble in photography. But Jess is the photographer,...
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.– Albert Einstein
The characters last
Its just the accommodating pleasure to know, that the time passes and we’re yet the same. The inception of what we know as us, to the very moment right now that escapes; We’re still the characters we love dearly, the same few we’ve come to adore. Nothing has waned or eluded from my mind, when it comes to you my better half; So I’ll take solace in the way we are, ...
Hurtling to earth, and empathy to last.
The elf, the grrrl, the woman, the better-half looks deep into my eyes with sheer terror and shock. They are slightly red, trying to slide away from weeping and darting around desperately trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. I am beside myself, panic is gripping my mind like a cold claw sinking it’s talons into my grey matter. She squeezes my hands strongly whilst she quickly exhales...
If she doesn't know, then she sure as hell know's...
We were driving to her house, just to pick up a few items before retreating to my abode. We were fresh from dinner and driving over the Anzac bridge listening to Owen Pallett and Primary, talking about how much has changed in both of our lives over the last few months. It was a conversation that resulted from dinner that continued to the very moment as we were driving over one of the greatest...
betweenthesouls asked: I have to say that I adore your writing. Thank you for sharing your words with the world.
A brief exchange in a financial institution:
He is at the bank, waiting for his turn to be announced from the automated cue system. His number is one away from being served, and he waits patiently on a flat red recliner. In his hands he has a ticket and a loan release form, filled with financial jargon that his mind cannot properly digest without shrieking for help, something that really isn’t ever in his scope of interest at all. Yet...