coming home

we haunt mt cooper

i've been so so neglectful to my camera and i swear from here on in to post at least once a week.
i'm sad i have no photos to show for all that's been happening. this, though. is one of the things that has kept me so occupied - 2 am car trips to mount cooper to stare at the city and shiver in the cold.

i think you're crazy, maybe.

time spent, time coming, time to kiss and time to laugh. there's no time to worry, but i've no doubt we'll fit it in. time is quick but i know it will go slowly. time is tricky, time is confusing, time is hard to define, for it's always changing with the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky. i'm sure that's wrong but in my head that's how it works. time changes. it changes you, yes. but it changes itself. time can be nasty, and time can be sweet. time takes ever so long to bring people back to where they should be, but it races fast to kiss you goodbye. time makes you old, time puts wrinkles on your forehead and softens your skin. time is time and i would become time itself if only i could understand how time really works.

all of me, is all for you

four more sleeps. no wonder my body doesn't want to fall asleep.

we're out of heartache, along with fear

if you can decode the thoughts in my head, then you are my saviour. if you can understand my actions, then i'd surely assume you're god. it's sewn into the very fabric of my being, not to bare myself even to the closest of those to my heart. it scares me, yet i can't unpick the stitches. i'm beginning to wonder if one day i'll stop resisting the urge to push everybody away. and would it be cruel? and to myself, or to them? and why would i stop resisting? and why is the urge there in the first place? and why, am i questioning my own thought patterns?