pixie-child

Two people I know - one particularly dear to me, have died within a year from each other. I  also saw a woman bleed to death on the side of the road, and I witnessed a fatal car crash on the motor-way too - all within a year of each other. From not knowing anything of death for so long, I've suddenly been smothered in it. It's not hard for your mind to wander into unfamiliar territories of your imagination. If that had been me, would I have wished that I had made more of my life? Probably. Would I have been content with my life in all it's entirety? It's moments in life that we experience that make us realise what we have, and I think I wo

Sometimes it's better to not predict the ending of the story. Even when you can guess the last couple of pages. Don't ruin this, because there's only original sin to turn back to at square one. I treat everything with the belief of happily-ever-after, and if love is surrender, then who's war is it anyway? I need to live how I breathe - there will always be a next. No matter how short of breath I may be. Just like the silent tides, my chest will continue to rise and fall. A wick is always capable of being relighted, or burnt to the ground.

I'm in love. And I'm so, so happy.