For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Thursday 29 December 2011

Just Enough..

Every breath was a kiss, every glance a whisper. I loved him just the same.
They stood next to each other like two parts of a dream, never knowing they would only make sense as one.
The feeling of the words made her warm on the inside, even as grey dust wrapped the window sill in a thick blanket. He could hear his heart-beat echoing in his ears, if not for that he would never know he was alive. Her belief in their story was strong, the faith that he would eventually find her was carried to his world, a present at a door he would never answer, a letter delivered but forever unopened.
He kissed her in his dreams but awaking had no memory of her lips.
She was only there when it mattered, he was only hers when it rained. They stepped by eachother only seconds apart.
On that morning when their world crumbled they lived their last moments in gaps in-between the fallen rubble. She tried to scream help, it only came out as a whisper. He heard her voice and remembered it from a dream, he reached towards the sound. They couldn't see each other, but they tried to move closer and as their fingertips brushed together in the last breath of the night, they left this world holding hands.

Wednesday 28 December 2011

Glass Warriors..

Sometimes I'm cold for no reason.
I can't hold my breath for very long, but I've been practicing. People probably think it makes you feel heavy, but I always feel light, like my life is in my mind, not in my body. I can feel my heart beat, I know you're waiting. I'm at peace here inside myself, but I have to be on the outside too, because that's where you are. You understand me like words understand the pages of a book, they're happy there, it's their home. 
I couldn't see for two days because my window wasn't open. My eyes are just like glass, fragile glass warriors trying to find the perfect feeling in a world of chaos. Taking the picture when it doesn't feel right is difficult and you always know when you look back. Even if it's not right for you though, it sometimes is for others. It always catches emotion, each take is like a breath.
He thought it was strange that I was just going to be taking pictures for eight months. They looked at me funny, because they don't know the feeling. I walked out happy that I was different, all filled up.

Monday 19 December 2011

Everything Means Something..

We are a part of the world, we're linked to everything.
The setting sun wrote me a letter in the clouds, they dived into the ocean to send me a message.
A silver line across the horizon reminded me of her tears.
I missed you every day.



Thursday 1 December 2011

You're not saying anything. "Read it again"..

In a whisper he was gone, the night told her a happy ending, but her tears were real. He left without saying goodbye. She sat up, opened the window, just a crack and lit a cigarette. The warm smoke filled her lungs as she counted stars, then breathed out giving the smoke life as it flew away to find a lost lover.
She licked her lips, remembering how he tasted.
The fire approaching the filter warmed the tip of her nose as she took her last breath, flicking the butt into the night sky. She watched as the light left its home, flying its own way. It looked like a lost star in that moment as it streaked a light across the sky, then it fell, its life burning away.
To her everything was alive, everything had a heart beat and all of this stopped her from moving on.
Every night she crossed that bridge, then burnt it when she reached the other side, but it was always there.
The lingering smell of smoke and the knowledge that her eyes once watered stopped her from resting. That night she stepped off the stage of life, as planes fell in the background and Autumn leaves gathered in her hair.


(I love this print, thank you Alex Gross you made me feel for this, what I wrote above)