She runs as the wind
Rises up and surrounds her..
Clearing the chaos.
(Had a lot of fun collaborating on this one!)
One day at a time
Until we finally meet
Whoever you are…
I have really been enjoying creating images to go with my posts! Turning into a nice cohesive collection.
A small Pinterest board is in the works, and hopefully a refresh on my page. I will post the link once there is a bit of progress.
More to come! 🙂
KJ
Listless as a cloud
Being dragged across the sky
Disintegrating….
Worlds away from home
To meet the stranger within.
Seeking connection.
The heat engulfs her,
Sedating her anxious mind
Blissful lethargy.
Seen by the ocean
Her breathing finds it’s tides
Peaceful ebb and flow.
Whole in this moment.
Present in this paradise.
Sweet summer haze.
She thought of these moments as solemn secrets kept by the raging storm, its howling winds perfectly disguising the cocoon she was hidden safely within.
The warm peace in the room heavily contrasted by the landscape at war with itself just outside the window. Two worlds existing in the same moment. The one out there, the one in here.
“So much like life…” she mused to herself, getting up to refill her cup, “only that usually works the other way around.”
She gave a rhythmic twirl to the sound of her favourite song, causing a disruption of music and candlelight around her, the tiny spaces between filling with her laughter.
This was the safest she felt to be herself, alone with her own thoughts which all seemed to drift into comforting perspective now. Her mind was never quite this clear, her spirit never quite this at ease.
One day at a time
Until we finally meet
Whoever you are…
Imagination
Sets him free on the ocean
The horizon calls
Just a big, warm telepathic hug of gratitude to each of you, my lovelies, for helping me reach the 200 Followers milestone.
Thank you all for joining me on this journey.
Much love
K.Y.
It was weeks before he made contact again.
It was in a dream she was having. The kind where every trivial detail stands out in a nonsensical way.
She was walking through a house. One she had never, in reality, seen before but in her dream she knew it all too well. It had exquisite navy blue wallpaper with white ceilings and skirtings and every oil painting she passed felt personally picked by her. The sunlight flooded in and cast a golden hue on the wooden floors.
On closer inspection, she realised that the windows had all been broken out of their panes, and the lace curtains were all dancing around in the breeze.
And then, that voice, from somewhere behind her, “Find me”, it said.
She spun around to find that everything in the section of the house behind her had faded to night time. “W-Where are you?” she called.
“Worlds away. Moments apart.”
With that, she woke up with the concrete certainty that she would see him soon.
Kathleen Jamieson 