I wish I could put into poetic words how my life is getting more and more chaotic. I wish I could beautifully say just how I'm falling apart. But I can't. It's crude, it's disastrous. It's not poetic, it's not beautiful. Maybe in years to come it will be. Right now, my head is going to explode and it all hurts so much. I can't do this.

You have no idea.
You have no idea, I feel sick, I feel swamped.

"And when love speaks,
The voice of all the gods,
Make heaven drowsy with the harmony."
Shakespeare

"We sat down and planned our future over tequila and lager.
I've planned a thousand futures over a thousand drunken conversations.
But for some reason this one stuck. This one hurt when your promises fell through.
A thousand futures, a thousand drunken kisses.
This one stuck."

I miss durban. I miss boys with beautiful eyes and sweet scented air.
x

"Its ok. This is ok. I'm ok.
It hurts, yes. Maybe one day I'll find out why I wasn't meant for you. I won't wait for you. I won't hold onto something I've lost. But to close my heart would be foolish. I'm in pain, but I'm ok.
You're too good to hate."
x

"And he was alone, a wise man without a skin."
The Naked and the Dead.

Alison Krauss.

The most phenomenal voice I've ever heard. I've grown up with this woman. Voice of an angel just doesn't cut it.
xx

Catch up.

I have been so slack with this blog. I have so many pictures to post of summer and everything.
London Baby.
My beautiful boys.

Well. He's not my beautiful boy. He's the creepy speedo's man in regents park.







And more recent London.
The Frieze Art Fair.












xx

Soap in the water fountain. Classic.

xx

"My heart is used, bruised, ugly and inadequate. But it would have been yours if you'd wanted it. But hey, its okay that you don't."

Eurgh. I've gone and got my purse stolen. Like I'm not desperate for money as it is.
xx