Mirrors & Conversations

Kites.
Originally uploaded by lecercle.

"Ever felt like your kite was heavier than the air?"

"It's been a while since I've gone out to fly a kite. Don't think I've gone since being a child..."

"Do you remember the exhilaration of running down a hill with your kite chasing after you, strings tighthly bound around your little hands, occasionally turning around to follow its movements and then suddenly - suddenly it lifted. Like a baby bird recklessly fluttering its wings against the wind, learning how to fly."

"I remember my father would always tell me 'run faster, run faster son!' so it would lift quicker."

"I remember it so well. I would watch it rise from behind me. I thought one day it would lift me up with it too. I stared into the sun and lost sight of my kite. But I felt the strings in my hands, I knew I still held it. I knew my kite was up there somewhere, lapping the shores of Heaven."

"You always see things so poetically..."

"It's just that something brought those times back to mind. I remember those times when I still dared to believe in something bigger than myself. That there was a world out there my kite would communicate with. When it had spent enough time in the sky, it would ease its way down and whisper to me what it had seen, what it had heard.

I think that if I went back to fly my kite, it would fall through the air. Lifting, for a moment, flying, and suddenly crashing against the hard earth; its frame needing mending.

Suppose it will take me some time to learn how to fly it again."

Chocoplight

¡Quero más!
Originally uploaded by Piterquin.

I always feel like a spoilsport when unable to partake in my friends' chocolate indulgences.

I just don't fancy chocolate all that much at all, really. I'm not being calorie-conscious.

What's a woman to do...?

While Birch Trees Sway

Delving into old journals and letters
Written once upon a time
I float on rivers of ink
And escalate jagged dunes of paper,
Tales unfurl across deserts
And barren lands,
Through oases of living springs
And watered gardens of life.

As the plot unfolds I see,
This far your hand has taken me
Lovingly and faithfully,
To strange and familiar lands
Through dry soils and flooded grounds,
Walking me over bent iron bars
Leaving only the fetters of your love
To shackle me to the pulse of your passion.

Here, where the sidewalk ends,
Here is where you've come to find me
Maps and territories
Still a mystery to me;
But now your presence is all I need.

I have watched fragile leaves dance
In the autumn gleam,
Watched the wind cushion their fall
Ushering them to softer grounds;
I have watched barks sway
In the northern howling winds,
I have pierced through snow buried treasures
Where intimate strangers find solace;
I have hung my dreams on my ceiling
And watched them smile down on me,
I have listened to photographs
Silently recount, in brilliant tones,
Times when my heart was soaring.

But it's here, where the sidewalk ends,
Here is where you are
To still my questions,
Enveloped in your presence
You dissipate my confusion.

You walk alongside me
Still taking me along your journey,
Lovingly and faitfully.

Sky Is Falling

Soho homeless 2
Originally uploaded by ashrafmeer.

"We part the veil on our killer sun
Stray from the straight line on this short run
The more we take, the less we become
A fortune of one that means less for some"