Sunday, May 8, 2011

first of may: in faery lands forlorn





I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.


from "La Belle Dame Sans Merci", John Keats










All from my flickr.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

waking up to you

a mess of hair
and sleepy limbs
sprawled across the bed
tangled in the sheets

i trace constellations
in the freckles on your back
your lukewarm skin
soft beneath my fingers

sun rays slip into
our secret hiding place
through the blinds
illuminating

heavy-lidded eyes
grey and brown
like the trunk of the tree
in my backyard

you mouth
sweet nothings into my neck
your murmurs resonating
in my very core

a hand splayed
over the dazed thrum of my heart
and your lips meet mine
in a sighing kiss

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

liddell tales





He saw her once, and in the glance
A moment's glance of meeting eyes,
His heart stood still in sudden trance
He trembled with a sweet surprise-
All in the waning light she stood
The star of perfect womanhood

That summer eve his heart was light
With lighter step he trod the ground
And life was fairer in his sight
And music was in every sound
He blessed the world where there could be
So beautiful a thing as she

There once again, as evening fell
And stars were peering overhead,
Two lovers met to bid farewell:
The western sun gleamed faint and red
Lost in a drift of purple cloud
That wrapped him like a funeral shroud

Long time the memory of that night-
The hand that clasped, the lips that kissed,
The form that faded from his sight
Slow sinking through the tearful mist -
In dreamy music seemed to roll
Through the dark chambers of his soul.

from "The Three Sunsets", Lewis Carroll






All from my flickr.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

meet me in our secret place



I can't even fathom how much I miss England, London, Leeds.
For whatever reason I thought it would be a good idea to look through my old photos, and I found them (is it considered finding when you know exactly where to look?) in a folder hidden inside a folder hidden inside another folder, so as not to accidentally come across it while searching for something else in the maze that is my hard-drive.
Suddenly I find it hard to breathe, like my chest is about to cave in any second now, a knot tightening inside my stomach, palms starting to sweat, memories flooding and flowing through my mind; I try my best not to grasp, cling, hold onto them. Ride it out. Just let them slip away. I find myself wondering if my eyes have changed since then, and I realize that my finger suddenly feels light, empty; there used to be a ring on it, always, and now it feels wrong, and I'm starting to panic, and the more I think about it, the worse it feels, and I'm just about ready to chop it off to get rid of this phantom sensation, and my heart aches; it misses, it longs, it craves.

Somewhere on a bench in Hyde Park, our initials are carved.

It's not even so much that I miss him, but the places, the feelings, the lightness of it all, the vividness, the safety, feeling at home. I haven't thought about any of this in so long, so long, and it's overwhelming, and I find myself wondering if I'll ever experience anything like it, ever again. A life where nothing and everything mattered, with no tomorrow to worry about, a calm place to rest, a shelter from the storm, a home. I swore never again, but what does that matter, anyway?

(I knew this wasn't a good idea.)

Monday, April 11, 2011

Jag har varit i alla städer



The last couple of days have been easier, lighter; though hardly without trouble.

This morning was simply perfect; I had a cup of tea and read the latest part of a particularly intriguing Sherlock fanfic (here on LJ for those who care), while the sun peeked through my blinds and the birds were singing. I'm feeling.. a sense of peace, perhaps?

Now I'm reading Eliot's The Waste Land, while the breeze from my window is tickling my bare feet.

Oh spring, how I have missed thee!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I will only let you down, but my door is always open..



Spent most of the night bawling over Sherlock fanfics.

I find myself longing for someone to lay next to, someone to keep me from nightmares, someone who will hold my hand to calm me when I'm anxious, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear as we're falling asleep. Someone to wake up next to, sunlight pouring in through the blinds, and into my heart. Someone to keep me safe. For now, I'll put on my biggest flannel shirt and curl up in bed, just trying to breathe, hoping to dream of better things.

I hate intimacy, but it's far worse having nothing at all, sometimes.

#Making a Sherlock/John fanmix.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

end of march



Today is the last day of March, which means tomorrow is April and spring is just around the bend. And hopefully spring will bring new, exciting things! Even if it doesn't, it fills my heart with light and every day is just a little bit easier to get through. I will be happier.

This morning seems like a bad dream to me now.