violent breeze

I'm the wind. I float through my life & and the lives of others. I move branches, shake loose a few leaves and stir up trouble with the lighter of the garbage elements.
My life is flighty, unstable, unpredictable and always moving. Always moving.
I will never stop.
I turn peoples hair to tangles, lift up their dresses with my perverted breezes. I make music with the chimes and help fires gain ground.
I am unstoppable. I will float through you and see everything you try to hide.








Dear Eternal Holidays and a Winter of Sunshine and Beaches,

i love you,
both...
Dearly, deeply and endlessly.
You make the pointlessness of human existence not bearable but pleasurable. I have learned to love my life since you entered it. I've been lonely, I've been alone, I've been swallowed and I've been spat. I've been bored, lazy, frustrated, depressed, anxious, worried and desperately trying to ignore the path to my future. But through all this commotion and confusion you have given me hope and courage and the distraction I needed to ignore the mess.
My life has become one big adventure. You wake me up in the morning with your kisses and your wishes and we sneak out of the house and run, we run until the adventures find us. I whisper my dreams into your ears and you make them real.
You are my armor against everything life throws at me. You have given me new eyes and I will not be afraid again, so long as I have you by my side. Without you I'd be hiding in a cave alone, worried and scared with only Fear to keep me company.

I'll run forever,
(L)

one, two, three

It's not an amazing day today, looking outside at the grey clouded sky and the trees swimming in the wind it's hard to get a sense of what's to come.
I don't really feel a change coming, I feel an odd sense of anticipation. There are a few small indicators of the progression. I have a noticed a line or two that seems to be setting itself up for a long stay; organizing meetings with the proper authorities, trying to gain residency. Hey, come on, ask me! I'll tell you where you can fuck off to. But I guess I don't get much of a say in these matters from here on in.
There's also more exciting mail then usual, a definite sign that somethings happening.
I need someone to cuddle tonight, so that I don't wake up having vanished in the morning, I'm scared I won't exist. Someone needs to hold me close and hold me here.
I think this is the first year I've wanted to disappear, to swim in the other direction.
I'm not old, not yet.
It's not too late too run.







Dear Spoons,

i love you
I love you because you always make me feel safe and sheltered.
When you wrap your arms around me I am untouchable and nothing can come after me, nothing can come between us. We are untouchable.
When I wake up in bed with you I find it impossible to move, to leave, to get up and start my day. What motivation could I possibly have when my day is perfectly unbeatable? Why get up when it's all downhill from there. The ultimate morning, the best wake up nuzzling.
Spoons, you make me feel like the most adored girl in all the worlds. You always make me feel unbelievably special, because you always insist on having me close to you. Which is delightful because I wouldn't want to be with anyone else.
We are the perfect pair you and I: Big spoon, middle spoon, little spoon - I don't mind.
Spend the day in bed with me -
Hell, spend three days in bed with me.

I promise you won't regret it,
(L)