I thought I Was Alone, But Maybe I'm not...

My heart is made of paper, 

these words the pen. 

I fall before I wake.

In love with you again.

When I look to the night sky for answers,

in the stars I see your eyes 

and in the clouds I see your heart.

The pain that left me breathless,

no longer flowing through my veins. 

We're so much happier now, than we've ever been.

There's hope in our hearts and breath in our lungs,

and all that's beautiful before us. 

Simple Life...

Houses, cars, possessions...
Sometimes you just don't want what everyone else wants.

Hamelin Bay

At Peace

Margaret River jeweles 

Surfers Point

Besties

As all the world waited for us to come out and play,
we spent another 15 minutes dreaming of a place we'd rather be.

New York Dreaming...

As the night closes, her day begins.
When you're simple, you're unburdened.
But when you feel everything the night is long.
Responsibility lurks in the shadows of the day,
and some things make you breathless,
like the scent of that old flower shop in Grand Central,
the one that makes the whole of Lexington smell like Spring.
A smile as the memory brushes against you.
Then a velvet cloak is pulled across the sky as eyes become windows to the past,
and you're back there again, soaking up the moment.
You wake to see the day, remembering that lace handkerchief you forgot on the train, it had absorbed so many of your tears, perhaps it was time to give it away.

As your pen scratches across this page,
and the final story of your book is done.
You look out your window towards the ocean,
and realise your next dream starts at one.