He sat in the long grass looking through the sapphire air with the breeze caressing his unkempt hair, and in that moment he felt infinite. The sky was turning from black to blue. The birds go fluttering and swooping. His life made sense. Illuminated by the slowly rising sun, his conflicting emotions became clear and a path had been forged. Running his hands through the damp grass, the white curtain flutters from his bedroom window behind. He felt his pupils dilating at the thought of life realising its own potential and the beauty of nature lying out in front of him. The birds offering a soundtrack to a clearing of a mind. The birds shall forever hold his secrets. 

Her white dress was the deliquescent melting pot of the rising sun, her voice the soft air with which he could hold. White was her colour but blood flowed. The thorn cut her with the vigour that her unrelenting emotions determined. Her scream bounced through the air, and faded into the starling’s call. She lied on the garden path, forever draining her emotions into the street. A reminder to passers by of her lost life.

But he sits still. The long grass encased him. She lies tortured. Life made sense.

Elbow- the night will always win (by MarinaAndHerDiamonds)

I always find that I write best when it goes past 1 in the morning which is very annoying. 

Anyway, I was reminded of this song. It is about how it is better to miss people in the daylight. (Open to your own interpretations of course). I feel that at night, I become much more honest with myself - hence I write better. By writing it sheds some daylight on the night outside; helping me embrace any darkness that is floating about in my world.

You’re all scattered everywhere so good night or good morning or good afternoon.

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don’t need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset’s fine

Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don’t want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don’t feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset’s fine

Millions of people swarming like flies ‘round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don’t need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise

Waterloo sunset’s fine

(Source: treadingatroddenpath)

(via hedonistic-hempster-42)

jayarrarr:

I like the way you breathe
Your breath
It feels like my own.

I read the spaces between
Your words
I feel at home.

I would wrap myself up in
Your very essence
If it offered any warmth.

I would break lines on
Your prepositions
If I saw any point.

I would love
You
If I could. 

(via jayarrarr)

uruouru:

(by Kristian Leven)

uruouru:

(via anaolaberria)

(via somebody-else)

Your scent on a note
in a room taking flight,
Bouncing through to float
on a forever vibrant night.

Creases imprinted on a blouse
with my finger running down your back,
Like water rippling away from the bow,
Clear as the moon never to go black. 

Rain dripping from your hair,
Hands in your pockets strutting without a care,
Eyes piercing me with fiery flair,
You feel alone and this I cannot bear.