Remembering childhood

I discovered some old treasures tonight.. Those were the days!

Fire

I burn for you
for your touch
your hands grasping
your scent on my skin
that lingers
hours after you're gone
the way your hands tremble
as they explore places discovered
only by you

wanting

burning

set on fire

by your love.

November

The darkness is eating me up from inside..

Time for the holidays

-- MERRY CHRISTMAS to you all.

Gone hunting

A spider left her web unattended for a while and I happen to walk by..

Walking the beach

 

Model: Caroline

Dead dried and gone

Dried basil.

The point of lingering

Oh how I miss that grass, tickling my bare feet as I followed you deep into the woods.

...

How come forgiveness is such a hard thing? I wish I could forgive so many things but I cannot allow myself to. Yes, it makes you bitter, cold and most of all, it gets you down, far down.
I believe that I am so damaged from all the hurt I have experienced that am unable to forget and move on when things hit me like a rocket in the face.

And how come one never learn? Why do one expose themselves to the same fire as before over and over again. Why do people make the same mistake twice or even more? Are people just stupid or what?

I wish I could learn all of the above.

The burning

Yes it does burn, just like you said it would. My soul is on fire and the memories are all gone just like you. I lid them on fire, watching the ashes swirl for hours on end.

it’s quiet now.

Swirl

 

That water can be so enchanting, so mysterious. How I would love to dive in deep into that swirl and never return.

Summer

Howdy all!

The summer is here and I have been very busy! Thank you for still visiting although my updates here are not all that frequent. I feel lucky to have such loyal readers.

Enjoy summer, enjoy life.

Photos will come soon.

Green is good

Pure perfection, green delight.

Welcome summer

The summer lies ahead. Treasure it.

Blue waters

I feel like diving in..

The rain kept me up

Awake again, listening
to how the rain falls
still here, drenched in mist
scarred but alive
bruised but still
standing
destroyed but breathing
still

I crave you but you are
out of reach
just like my sanity

~

Solitude

Loneliness frightens me no more.

Getting settled in

I am here now, five stairs up in this towerlike building. I can see the world from here but not you. I look sometimes, hoping that I will find you standing here underneath my kitchen window, looking up, but reality has struck me in the face only to remind me that it is nothing but a silly dream.

I no longer dream you see, not like I use to. I have grown bitter after learning life’s hard lesson one time to many.

Oblivion would be such a lovely thing

An eternity has passed but never the less your face is there each and everytime I close my eyes

I am here still, I never left

pics are coming soon...

Moving

Dear friends, readers, I can't understand why you persist to linger here although my updates are pretty much zero. It flatters me though. Thank you.

I am moving, not my blog, but my home. Today decided to buy a bigger place for me and my creativity and I am very much excited. It is time and I know my heart will grow fond of this place, it even has a balcony where I can spend my early summer mornings and maybe grow some herbs.

But before I can move in I need to make some changes, new wallwapers, new color to a few walls and much more.

I will try to post some photos as I go.

Ciao!

Comments disappearing?

Dear readers!

I have been experiencing some difficulty with the comments that you leave. I publish them but then they are gone. This is very upsetting and I hope someone can shine a light on this problem of mine. Are there anyone else out there with the same dilemma?

Thanks,

I.

Far from sane

Stuck in the deadly web of desire, it taints my mind to the edge of looniness and leaves me numb.

Remembrance

Rapid was our dance and timeless, just like our love.

We celebrate

A night of celebration here in my corner of the world. Dancing lights and funny hats made me forget all about the evening cold.

Let it be

 

Tes yeux, j'en rêve jour et nuit.

Being still

Breathe with me. I am still.

Look closer

Have you forgotten what it means to read between the lines?

Linger here

I never forgot.

Schhhh…

I am in love with the wind.

Join in

Chocolate mousse with raspberry sauce. Want some?

Shadowplay

Quicksands of shadows
surround my very soul
patches of blue forget-me-nots lure
me deeper into the woods
where I know you sleep

Helplessly I follow my hearts
every wish
I step on stones that are wet
with longing, drenched by the
late night mist

I do not care that the moon taunts me
as I go
for I cannot leave this place

limber like a cat I slip the trails, enjoying every shadow, every rock

Are you still out there?

I am.

Come mate with me and let the darkness consume us both.

Care for an M&M?

A photograph taken of my favourite candy, spiced up with a few special effects.

Take it easy out there.

/I.

Reason to believe

Everyone needs an angel from time to time.

Nothing but silence

Months have passed, so many hours so many days

I chose this you see, to forget, to run, to hide

we all need change, I did and still do, so I left

walked the other way

did not care to listen when your pounding heart stopped, that heart you always said beat for me

I walked away.

The nuttier season

Crack’em and eat! I will :D

Happy Holidays

Christmas is upon us and I hope that you all enjoy this merry seasons together with friends and family. Share the love!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

What used to be

Me, chasing the sun.

Bitter end

I have lost my voice, my soul.

I do nothing but dream.

Winter

Winter - crystals of ice taking extraordinary shapes on the lake.

Hi everyone! I have been very busy lately and haven’t had time to be creative. I have stayed updated in blogger world though and have enoyed all of your beautiful posts. Be safe!

For your eyes only

A lovely pair.

These two will be framed next and hung on a wall near you!

Repost

    

My two favourite shots of all time. Pink tulips floating on blue water in the cold autumn breeze.

Time changes alot of things, I know that now. Nothing lives forever, not even love.

Out of reach

I remember this day. I was out chasing dreams and suddenly you were there, like a rush of wind suddenly appearing. You lingered and so did I.

A leap of faith

There is something about this bridge..

I felt you the other night as I walked up the stairs, somehow the fog reminded me of you. Come home.

Thank you Rachel

Thank you Rachel for giving me this kind award, it warmed my very soul. I think y’all should pay her blog a visit!

The Creative Blogger award comes with two requirements: I’m supposed to pass it on to 7 people, but first, and I’m supposed to tell you all seven interesting (bizarre?) bits of trivia about myself.

Oh my gosh… here it goes:

1. I love wathcing horror movies even though they frighten me so much I have to sleep with my light on.

2. I can’t live without chocolate and pineapple pie. I simply can’t!

3. I love cooking, especially excotic and spicy food. I make a killer chicken wok!

4. I take my camera everywhere, I never leave my house without it. It’s a piece of me and if I don’t have it near I feel empty and hollow.

5. I often take long walks in the darkness, it calms my soul and I clear my head that way, it helps me sleep.

6. I am a hopeless romantic and 90 % of my day involves alot of daydreaming…

7. I love my work. They way the people light up like christmas trees when you walk in a room, they way you can make them happy but just listnening and being there. Working with people are the best decision I ever made.

Here are my seven nominies:

Carrie, a friend and a wonderful photographer and mother.

James, an amazing poet, his words make me dream.

Anneli,  for her amazing sense of clothing and tasteful recipies.

Melissa, for her natural talent and amazing shots and stories.

Claire,  for the way her words make my soul tremble. Her photography is like no other, personal and unique and shows of an amazing personality.

Rolling in sugar dust, a girl who shows wonderful talent in food photography. Her shots always make me hungry.

Glen, for his awesome captures. This guy really as the eye for the beautiful!

Broken

Strange it is, how something so broken can be so beautiful.

A place forgotten

Still and untouched it stands.

Je suis

These were accidents meant to be.

They make me dream.

Votre souffle, votre parfum, tes mains sur moi, j’aime.

I watch the clouds play

 

Lying in the dead grass with my face turned upward. The air is silent now. I listen for the sound of your car but I cannot hear. It’s cold here but yet I linger almost like I am addicted to this place. Addicted to you.

Frail

Still morning.

I forgot to breathe

Beauty such as this leaves me breathless and numb.