the wind

the wind blew through the trees, the leaves caressed by its flow as it made its way. Arching curling, stroking, kissing. The leaves sighed as they were stirred but left behind to hang limp yet only to be picked up again by the endless toying of the wind.

The boat is tossed and turned as a sail breaks under the pressure, like a vein in my arm pumping life blood from the heart of the storm the wind blows on.

The wind spoke to me today I heard it up above everything else. Above to clutter of life below above the noise of mundane sound. Sitting on the top of the tallest building I can see, I feel free.

The beach moved on, guided by the sea, shaped up and round the curve plain. Gusts of sea air filled up my lungs, breathing beauty, breathe life when kites fly high

Dad you used to hold me upI felt so high like I was in the clouds

I used to wonder how it would feel to be so tall

as tall as you

when I looked up and you carried me on your shoulders

I remember the times you taught me to feel

the true nature of nature

it was so real

all those stories you would sit and read

Tracy and I begging for more....

we could have heard you all day but your voice would linger to my dreams

softly deep and secure carrying me

I loved your laugh,

the way you made me feel special

you would always do everything in your power to make us happy

and I know you do still

I feel so alive when I watch you and mom get on

it is like winning a beautiful dream

like feeling that nothing can go wrong

like a beautiful flower

so open and trusting

you've always been so strong

and life has gone so wrong

but its not the end, never the end

because there is always tomorrow

always another way I should remember and smile

because you're dear to me

and you're my dad

I could never have ever had any other dad quite so amazing as you

I'll always be your daughter and Ill always remember what we have.

About time!!!

these photos were taken with a microscope, and are of a little swiss watch ( as I am sure you can tell...)it is unfortunate that I didnt really think about rotating the one....but then again I didnt have enough time. And I was sure that you would understand.

then there was a post....

time a double edged sword

chasing catching waiting

all my days spent running around

all of my weeks spent

all my months

my years waiting

do you feel

and I know

and we'll grow

and there will always be a hand to hold

days like piano keys waiting to be played

hours of sky, hours of talks, hours of sun,

the way the wind blows

I painted my room, but the colour is washed out

sorry sorry I'm so sorry for the walls

the day that I came home

sorry for the colour

its so sad

I came in today

that washed out paint doesnt want to wash out my clothes

its in my hair

on my watch

on my glasses

on my jeans

on my top

on the carpet

on the apple I just ate

and I'm so sorry

so sorry for the colour

the memory wont fade either