An odd few days... (Spewing Words At A World That Doesn't Care And Never Hears Anyway Which Is Totally Fine By Me)



It's been an odd few days. Arriving home from a new, exhilarating, exciting place to the usual everyday monotonous experiences is a frustrating thing on all accounts except possibly mine... Being welcomed home to your green and pleasant land by a lightning storm is incredible and possibly an experience I will never forget. I have always found lightning magical...

Once home, I felt like doing nothing. So that's what I did.



Except, this.



The most beautiful person I’ve ever had the misfortune to never meet.

Her stitched up smile.

A bird in a cage, feathers wilted and matt – they’ve lost their sheen. No-one can see her true beauty anymore. But, once the cage is opened, she flies, flees. The beauty is released. Visible now to more. And instead of being mute, never singing, only tracing the words in the dust deposited at the floor of the cage; hope. She can sing “freedom” to the clouds who race along with her in joyous harmony, racing to the song of her heart which beats with a renewed fervour. Clouds, no longer a thing of oppression and longing but of joy… joy, laughter, love.

It may be raining outside but inside… It could be sun or maybe fog. But even if the sun is shining and the mist has all burnt off, it’ll still be a lighting storm inside, always winter, never sun.


But maybe this will always be a dream? Sky, clouds, freedom? Surely it can’t be available to all.. It’s a dog eat dog world after all..

But.

Stop thinking.



That magical lightning; caresses, destroyed. Power symbolified and unified in a single fork like a finger of a non-existent God, brushing the land in ever diminishing strokes until… nothing. The world is left in the wake of the mistakes.. slow to react. As if waking from a dream. Or was it a nightmare? No… it was more beautiful than that… it had chaotic beauty. And I’m all about chaotic beauty.





The most beautiful person I’ve ever had the misfortune to never meet.




If we’re always looking back, regretting, we completely forget how to live in the moment. “Don’t think, just do”