Scattered

In many ways, through my eyes, human beings are all like little jigsaw puzzles. Because sometimes, in life, when you least expect it, the wholesome way you pieced yourself together to be becomes entirely destroyed by a single individual who you have just met for the first time.

And as they take each piece of the puzzle from you one by one, you don't know why but it doesn't feel like they are stealing from you. And as they continue to break more and more of your perfect puzzle, without noticing, you find yourself with a few of their pieces, too.

By the end of this game, you are both left incomplete, broken and shattered - holding only onto the myriad scattered remains. And not knowing what it is you should be doing with them..

When she begins to fall

I was woken, in the middle of the night,
...I thought I heard your voice,
but you were already gone...
Where did you go?
I dont know...

He whispers in his sleep, "Catch me if u can find me baby."

Running, running, running....gone

Voyuer

Your are sexiest in the morning, just as you step out of the shower...
with your body dripping wet
and that towel over your waist catching every drop...
For a moment in time I am a voyuer, your voyuer
perhaps,
I am not sure...
as I catch myself hypnotised by something so fleeting
and fantasizing...about running my tongue and licking down every drop of water...
that slides along your body
slowly...

A Little Piece of Evil

In another religion, they believe that all the realms collide. The world is like a kaleidoscope where humans and spirits play...so for a second there I thought that you too, had disappeared...

Whether this is the beginning or the ending, I will be eternally hiding from the world - and hiding from my inability to recocile with the past - because in this moment in time, it is easier just to run around in my own head - hoping that something meaningful will catalyse from this act.

But somewhere along the line, after the rubix cube of a mind of mine decides to unlock itself - spilling out words, phrases, even just faces, it can be concluded that everything that will ease the pain is stored up in my own head - that perhaps it is not up to anyone else but myself to be at peace with life, and accept some of the mistakes that people make....and how they hurt you in that process...

Because hiding within every single one of us is a little piece of evil - and It's like a mind game where we begin, tumbling towards ecstasy and acting out of passion, until we are snapped back to trappings of our own reality.

The Butterfly Catcher

Like the petals of the Tigerlilly eventually

falling
from
the
sky...

I will bury your fears...as soon as I spot them floating.
I will stand in your open wilderness and wait for you...
to release the butterflies, in the hopes that I am your one and only catcher.
and then, when we grow old, we will watch them dissolve far, far away and into the earth ...to remember them only by the patterns on their wings as they fluttered amongst the cherry blossoms in Kansai.

In the end, we will live amongst pure waters,
remimiscing upon our younger days,a time when we secretly shared our hopes, fears and weaknessness like a bedtime story as we lay awake before our spring slumber.

Something (Je T'aime)

Hours later...

When I am woken by the sun and you have departed,

I am still ease...in a place where barriers have ceased to exist.

With your kisses still splashed against my cheeks and lips

like spontaneous brushstrokes,

I lie in your bed, wrapped by the familiarity of your warm, gentle blankets

and wondering why it was -

that some, like you, have this metaphysical ability to break down every trapping that ever was,

and create something so comfortable, so secure, so effortlessly...

like this...

Paperback Snowflakes

I was blown away in the midst of the rainbow coloured streamers...

After they lit the candle upon my snow coloured birthday cake, and a shiny red party hat landed upon my head.

In a perfect world, you would have come then and piggybacked me up the stairs ...

and for all eternity I would be your little paperback snowflake within the backdrop of your winter wonderland...

but i still love you