Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 August 2017

CXXIV






The kind've love that'll ditch the health train for a moment and buy the fresh baked Jam Doughnuts from the bakery across the street in a town you’ve never been. Because you never know, they might just be the best of your life. And that's a revelation I want to share with you. 

Friday, 29 May 2015

CIII




And now I breakdown in the Woolworths carpark. Because every word you say is gemstone, and moments worth their weight in bronze just breeze me by.

The moments are so few these days that I cry before I hear the end tone, and only just does my whisper mask the catch, and only just do you miss the sob, and only just have I trained my throat to quell the sobs. I look around for strangers who might look on, but even then I couldn't stop the rolling and even then I couldn't stop the shudders. And thats a lot for me.

I'm usually quite good at keeping it together.

I don't know about you but its all been a bit much lately. I don't know about you. That's the truth and it hurts. I don't know about you do you want me to? I don't know about you but the moments are so few these days and one day I'll break before the end tone. And then what will we do?

I'm usually quite good at keeping it together, but we're not right now are we? So neither am I. Every word you say is gemstone. Is that what makes me feel so heavy?


[Images Lena C. Emery]

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

XCV





What about the little things, the nuances, the turns of emotion and the tides of decision?

Why are they?

Because more and more of late it is becoming apparent to me that those things are the point. Not the births, deaths, yes’s and no’s. But the maybe’s… the raised voices or hushed tones. The thoughts you don’t even want to share with yourself. The sudden outbursts… the things not said. The minute decisions. The fleeting moments.

Maybe those things are the point. Because if it is the big things that are pre-orchestrated, and we cannot change them, then who we are and what we are and why we are must be left in the details. And those details… well, they’re up to us.


[Images via Eric T White, This Is The Uniform 002 Collection, Love Magazine, MACxNastyGal]