I haven’t felt that in a while.
That little flutter – that building up of something that you’re not sure whether it’s going to make you pop or fizz, either way it feels like you are going to explode into a million tiny little bubbles and just bob along on the fringes of reality.
It’s a lovely feeling.
It starts of making you feel a little sick and then folds over like a breaking wave into something lovely.
Your eyes mist over, the world becomes shrouded in a pink veil.
Life feels good.
Everything is bouncing – just like your heart.
A crescendo builds up – you are sure everyone else can hear the singing – the cymbals crashing – the harp – your heart strings – it feels so loud.
But it’s only you and your little world – no one else can tell.
Unless they look into your eyes.
Once they’ve looked into your eyes it is game over.
The whole world will know.
If they just take the time to look into your eyes and notice that something has changed.
Why did you come into my life at that point and in that way?
Why has my mind and my heart been handed to you so easily.
You don’t even know it yet but you could destroy me.
Let the birds sing – let the crescendo build.
Let’s see if our waves break together.
I’ll race you to the shore.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Monday, 4 February 2013
If this is true what sort of places have you created?
I would've created the most amazing looking place, where animals were safe and there would be an obscene amount of unicorns.
The term friend seems to have been watered down with the birth of social media.
It's amazing how easy it is to stay in touch with people and whilst that can be lovely it also means that it is easy to keep people in your life that maybe should not be there.
It starts to be about how many 'friends' you have and you lose the fact that true friendship is an amazing thing - people should feel honored to be called someone's friend. True friendship takes effort, time, nurting, years.......
People are so busy counting friends they can lose track of the people that really matter.
Quality over quantity - always.