To travel is to live

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Essence

You are a constant thought in my mind. 

It's as if the very essence of you 

Found the cracks in my bones 

And made a home in them.

As if your voice travelled through my skin

And into my blood stream

Directly to my heart. 

Brood

 

It was that kind of weird afternoon,

Terrifically hot, and no cloud out or anything,

And you felt like

you were disappearing 

everytime you crossed a road. 

Panacea

(Me, 2014)

Sometimes when its still,

around and within.

 I feel how the worlds veins are moving,

its blood floating through all those little vessels

I can feel it moving, I am moving

Those moments have secrets hidden,

a bond between you and a higher spirit.

She tastes like nectar and salt. 

Nectar and salt and berries. 

Pollen and stars and hinges. 

She tastes like fairy tales. 

Swan maiden at midnight. 

Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. 

She tastes like hope.

tow away

(Nami, Matamata, Hobbiton, New Zealand, 2014)

Tell me about

your passions.

Tell me what

makes you tick.

Tell me all the things

you've discovered 

about yourself

after all these 

years of searching.

Why do you

do the things

you do, and 

how did you

get to be such 

a beautiful creature?

I want to get to know

you so I can

justify this love

I already feel for you.

Stardust

(Russell, 2012, Nami)

The iron in our blood was formed in stars, 

billions of years ago, trillions of miles away.

You are stardust and water.

You are words, books and memories.

You are carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen and

calcium.

You are late nights and early morning, and 

early nights and late mornings.

You are train rides and road trips.

You are the night sky at 3am. 

You and Me

We are made of star stuff. 

Dulcet

                                       

                                          (Two friends, 2014, Wellington, New Zealand)

      "You don't get that many people in your life that you can just tell anything to" - Lauren Conrad 

Midnight Howl

(Paihia, New Zealand, 2012)

The love of a lonely wolf,

full of secrets and strange midnights-

drawn out of darkness

from forests thick with black oaks

hills riddled with riddles-

that love is sharper than a bed of thistles;

each kiss pares away flesh.

The love of a wolf

can eat you up all the better.

Nightshift

(Hamilton Gardens, New Zealand, 2014)

And I'm sure you too look back at things

and wonder why you made things so

difficult,

so much harder than they actually were.

You felt like it was you

against the world

but really,

it was you against yourself. 

Honest Gasp

(Lauren, 2014, Wellington, New Zealand)

What do you love I asked her?

I love unmade beds. 

I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. 

I love the look in peoples eyes when they realize that they're in love. 

I love the way people look when they first wake up, disorientated, innocent and confused about their surroundings. 

I love the gasp people take when their favorite song starts to play.

I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. 

I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. 

I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words. 

The Searcher

(Me, 2014, Raglan, New Zealand)

So it appears,

She is one of the searchers.

There are, I believe, thousands like her.

They are not sad, but neither are they really content, all the time.

They continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.

They constantly re-explore themselves, trying to understand.

They like to walk along the beach,

They are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, unceasing motion.

Its mystery and unspeakable beauty.

They like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers.

And those lonely cities too.

Their sadness is as much a part of their lives as is their laughter.

These searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for

everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all they love-

and want to be loved. 

They want to live in a relationship that will not impede their wandering,

nor prevent their search, nor lock them in prison walls; that will take them

for what little they have to give. They do not want to prove

themselves to another nor compete for love.

For dreamers, wanderers, and lovers, for lonely men and woman

who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful.

It is for those who are too gentle to live amongst wolves. 

Epiphany

You know,

The most beautiful people to be around

are the ones with open minds. 

The ones who will tell you that sorrow is just as wonderful as bliss 

and that at any moment, you can be whoever you want to be, 

and love whoever and whatever you want to love,

whether it is religion or the same sex or drinking or pain.

I sit in bars and I linger in coffee shops just to find these kind of people.

Without knowing they are slowly changing the world. 

What a Paradox

You are everywhere even though 

you're gone. I find you in the most

unexpected places: In books. In songs.

In random conversations. In dreams. 

In nature. In my veins.

Places you shouldn't be.

Ironic how you won't leave once 

you've left.

What a paradox.

Happiness

And then she said that happiness is what happens 

when you go to bed on the hottest night of summer,

a night so hot you can't even wear a tee-shirt 

and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, 

although try to sleep is probably more accurate. 

And then at some point late, late late at night, 

say just before dawn, the heat finally breaks 

and the night turns cool and when you briefly wake up, 

you notice that you're almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, 

you reach over and pull the sheet around you 

and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough 

and you drift back off into a deep sleep. 

And its that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull whats warm

whether its something or someone- towards us,

that feeling we get when we do that, 

that feeling of being safe in the world ready for sleep, 

...that is happiness.

Even from far away

Even from far away, 

you could see it.

They were drunk.

But nor from any type of beverage.

They were drunk off of each other.

The way they laughed.

The way they kept sneaking glances

even though both knew the other one

was looking too.

The way they curled into each other

with a nervousness hidden behind

a subtle excitement.

Even from far away,

you could see it.

They found each other

utterly intoxicating. 

I Follow Rivers

And, 

as surely rivers follow the motion

 towards the ocean

So surely some things are 

meant to be…

(Maybe) for you and (me)

(Lykee Li - I Follow Rivers)