Draft Book Cover...

It has its insides, the writings done and with the publisher, now for the design.... Just a draft right now but it's a start, so happy.

Photographer.. lil' me, taken at a natural frozen lake in Banff and yes that's me in the photo too :)

Clarity...

Pale fire wakes up the day,
peeking over the horizon.
I can see the world passing them by.

I live so many lifetimes in a single moment.
In the day the light shines on me,
but in the night nothing can distract from my pain.
All cut up from my past,
that red gold spilling out of me,
but with that I can see myself from the inside,
and I know I'm good.

From an angle life has a cinematic quality,
there's nothing in the way
and when things don't feel real you can live without fear.

I know there's a time coming up,
that's just for me.
There's a break in the day that will give me such joy.
When the sky tares open
and I'm on that swing in my favourite park,
reaching the highest point I close my eyes,
then imagine flying off to the stars.

With gold in my heart
I look the same as I always have.
And although there's a million ways to look at the world,
laying naked under a waterfall in the evening,
looking at the stars,
is the best by far.

Some Flowers Bloom in Darkness...

tonight i am alone
curling into myself to disappear
a flower before spring
so tightly bound and
impossible to open
but the sun comes and i do
arms spread wide to all there is
exposed and unafraid
with love enough for all of us
before the dark comes again

Only him...

I recognise my life from a distance,
the picture fades in and out.

I run out into the sunshine, stand above the hill facing the ocean.
My days were empty, but now they are full.
I always write more when I'm still.
On my own,
alone.

My journal is mostly about him,
and in the darkness,
when I'm cut from love,
I make the rain fall straight as a blade.
It always makes me feel better, its heart beating against the window pane

Though what if I fall again and can't get up.
My old, gold soul
the loudest silence of all-
is that one that happens,
that no one can see,
when I wonder in the night if anyone will wait for me.
Because with only a baby step at a time,
it will take such a long while
for me to walk this mile.

http://www.rainymood.com

Wavering Nights...

There's a million ways to go,
there's a million things to know.

At dinner, I'm surrounded by strangers.
If I close my eyes I can feel it all over again.
Silhouettes creep into the evening as the day goes to bed.

I wait for your words.
Across the river I hear a whisper.
The city's calling me back.
I imagine it's just the same.

But I barely eat, I barely sleep.
Me and my friend Ally walk to the park at night,
lay down on the grass under the cover of the stars,
the cold night air trickling into our hearts.

They make me feel,
like everything's real.
My cheeks are wet,
tears cleanse my heart.

I'm back at the start. 

My Favourite Things...

Writing, travel, this and drawing - In that order...

White plains...

"We cross our bridges when we come to them, and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke and the presumption that our eyes once watered"
            - Tom Stoppard

Overcome...

When the sky meets the sea the world breaks apart.
Where things grow, in the shadow of the stars.
The colours of dawn wait,
they tell me all things.
A glimmer of light wakes up,
and with it brings,
all the hope of the world,
wrapped up in a prize.
I can't look straight at it,
the beauty hurts my eyes.
While I'm waiting for the day,
all the past hurt dies.
Everything is fresh,
and I'm standing at the edge.
Blessed as can be,
all the world is for me.

Shades of Indigo...

All that I've seen, my life could be a dream...

Close your eyes...

All that we are...

Is written, across those stars...

Whether we be walking forward...

Or stepping back...

There's no control on our life...

No preset track...

When I'm wide awake...

I can see...

That all that's beautiful...

Follows me...

Passing shadows...

You're all the way out of the light,
and I can see who you really are.
Your shine isn't bright no more.
It don't really make a difference,
I still feel all things.
It was real,
everything is for me,
even in this fake world.
God knows me inside out,
and all that he puts on my small shoulders,
he must think I'm one of the strongest out. 

Wanderlust...

I'm away again,
catching up with other wandering souls.
The weight of air resting upon my shoulders.
I lose track of time,
my most favourite thing to do.
A whisper of light,
of life.
A silent breeze cuts through,
the grass before the sun has awoke,
the world is mine to take home.

Central Park Beginning of Fall...

Romance...

Top of the World...

That Time They Painted Me on a Building...

Red Balloon...

That Time I Bought a Cowgirl Hat in NYC...

When Nature Prevails...

Brooklyn Loves Barclays...

That Time I Had a Sundae for Breakfast...

Tiny Bar East Village...

Wanderlust...

Still my Favourite Place in the World...

That Time I Bought a Pound of Gummie Bears...

Two Years After College at NYU we Meet Again, He's a Good Old Chap

Travelled from Australia for This Pizza, Bless You Roberta's

Now to Yellowstone, bye NYC see you next year x