Words & Wandering

Copper Coin

On a particularly  pessimistic weekend brought on by PMS, she wondered when the greyish tint would be lifted. The sun was bright, air dry and warm but she couldn’t find it wonderful, the vitamin D was wasted on her milky white skin and the heat was simply just annoying. Normally this feeling would last for…

The Little Sunflower

My moisturizer smells like summer. The scent fills my nose as I rest my face against my knuckles; sitting sideways on the green grandfather chair under my window. The cool breeze coming through the open window makes the sunflower on the sill sway, its head pointing in the direction of the afternoon sun as if…

“To get lost is such a tempting thing”

It’s the scenes that make the story

“And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.”  – Donald Miller

Just a number

… and he said that age was just a number. It did not mean you had to grow up and mature in that instant, no my dear keep dancing in the rain or while cooking in the kitchen, use words like amazeballs and bitchin’. Hang on to your child like nature, be curious and learn;…

“The world’s a playground. You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.” – Yes Man (2008)

Just like…

Maybe it’s like that first stretch in the morning. The one that starts at the centre and sends tingles to your fingers and toes as it expands. It radiates out and sometimes makes you like headed. ….you know what I mean?

Spring was colder

I felt the cold more that day. It clung to me like wet clothes and gave me the sting of static in my fingers. But still the numbness of my nose and the rest of my body could not cover the the colour that danced inside me.

Beginning Buds

I waited longer than I needed to. Not sure if it was down to stubbornness or hope, more the later I suspect. Who knew someone could be hopeful and hopeless at the same time.

It could be worse…

It could be worse. My mantra, that is so passed it, it should of been binned by now; swept away like the moldy crumbs in the bread bin; the little specs of green that weren’t letting any seeded artisan loaf last passed a Wednesday. Sometimes it wouldn’t last because due to nutella calling it’s name;…

Snowing Embers

“and he said, it started to snow embers, sparks from the sun, a sign of the last battle, a sign the war is won” They’d made it through the heatwave with a dehydrated mind, when all that was wanted was to give up, and in to the bind. The breeze grew colder, chilly and forceful,…

She was too sweet.

She was too sweet. Sickly. Like candy floss coco pops. Maybe that’s the reason I saw her every Friday, sat at the bar. Alone. A pink Passoa, always stared at her from the damp beer mat, equally as lonely now it had been separated from the rest of the bottle. Did she give everyone tooth…

Tadpoles

It started when I was 6. Following my fathers footsteps through the marshy grass. 6:30am on the first Sunday morning of Spring. The sun was still hiding, wanting to stay under it’s starry duvet, much like I wanted to do. My thoughts drifted back to the warmth of the cosy little room. My feet had…

Jam Jars

I was sat in my car on Monday morning, trying to find a radio station that didn’t have some overly chirpy DJ presenting the breakfast show… No luck. The close was empty at 5am, peaceful and free of family morning mayhem; i’m going to miss it when school starts next week. There is a door…