The light drizzle in the evening touched my cheeks in a kiss
like how you do, my dear
when life goes amiss.
I had stepped light to the tune of the glad silver lining,
on this cool blue day
I could feel Christmas was coming.
I heard your lovely voice singing of I growing older,
I knew in acceptance and love
this year had left me much warmer.
The hope and the laughs, the dreams yet to become,
I’m building my wings
I’m flying into the sun.
There is joy to be found at home, but right now I crave the cold outdoors and tall, tall trees.
My first concert couldn’t have been better! It was a magical, wonderful, dreamy, beautiful night. Lenka is…perfect. She made it hers with little bits of craft, creativity all around. It pretty much felt like stepping inside her beautifully unknown world of colour. The lights were gorgeous, vocals fantastic, songs uplifting and touching in blissfully real words, I could go on forever! She told stories with her dancing and music, that’s what it felt like, stories. I love her, I love her as an artist and a person, in awe at how she uses what the world has, different mediums and sounds in a beautiful blend of song. Why did it have to end why WHY
Thank you so much to my dearest LPFL Deon for getting me the most amazing tickets in the hopes of the best first concert experience, you are also amazing! hehe ;*
When Chloe and I had dinner a while back.
Procrastination is a disease that has infiltrated my very bones.
For an essay I’m writing a lot on analogue photography, so I’m posting quite a few of them too.
I’m reblogging from my art blog because it is less of a hassle. I also acknowledge recently posting the first photograph with a poem, but it matches well to this one of my beautiful mom.
I’m grinning on a constantly rocking chair, waiting
for life’s branches to grow (alongside my own)
strong enough to choose, leap, and climb.
My obsessive visual dreams of the future (that I am determined to create) mockingly teases me that it hasn’t yet begun. Patience is not my virtue!