Tongariro

Inspiration

S.I.

The land of could-have-been

Sitting behind you, all I notice is
the outline of your eyelashes (when you turn your head);

and I find myself blinking
when you do

for us to have something,

(anything)

in common.

Haiku-esque

He is choking on
her bacchanalian hair;
Such pseudo romance.

Sunsets

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. -Oscar Wilde





The view out of my window

On the cusp

I am starting this Blog just as I am about to start University.

Hoping to use it as a creative outlet doing a not-so-creative degree, and perhaps a venting device also.