Wednesday, 28 November 2012

The mist brings the quiet?

Do others automatically think that when autumn and winter hit the world grows more peaceful, calmer and quiet? I do or at least my mind does. I can't figure out why because at the moment this seems to be the loudest the world has been, screaming at each other with bombs and bullets of rage and anger, pointless bombs and bullets and even mother nature is getting a look in, tearing countries apart with hurricanes and why does it still feel like, at the end of all of that, when the day begins to drop into the arms of dusk that the earth and the people are silent? Its the way the air settles all around you and the purple hews run with the burn oranges as the sun sets, we, even now that we're all grown and have gone through our science classes, still in the smallest parts of our mind believe that she has drifted off into a peaceful slumber just as we will. Then there's that moment, that moment your eyes always miss when the dusk gives way to darkness, to night and you never realise because it slips right past you and no matter where you are, whether your walking your dogs or collecting your child from an after school club, or rushing to get dinner ready whilst turning on the lights to illuminate the house you will catch a glimpse or a view of the mist that settles low across the roads and the grass, the city and the fields and for a moment it takes your breath away, it makes you think that the world has fallen asleep, that you are the only one left awake and then the stars start to twinkle silently and the man in the moon smiles down as if to say ' not quite'.
Its not just the night that washes us with this illusion of calm, its the minute right before dawn, right before the sun stretches its rays across your world, you're cooking breakfast, walking or driving to work and the street lights begin to flicker off and mist begins to stir and lift. The birds are only just fluttering awake and the fox's have gone to bed and again you could be the only one on the face of the earth. Its like the eye of the storm, the deathly stillness that settles after a disaster its so peaceful but still you wonder why?
The snow brings the same feeling the way it silently fall, floating softly to the earth and covers it, blankets it in a pristine white sheet and the whole world is silent and calm beneath it, fresh and new and it doesn't matter how eerie it feels because its still almost comforting and this is what my mind craves when i think of autumn, of the leaves shedding their leaves, the animals settling in for winter, snuggled and warm and of the winter of wrapping up in tights and gloves and scarves and hats, of snuggling in with tea and warm milk to write and to watch TV. My mind always believes that this time of the year will be the calmest, the most soothing but when i think about it, really consider the nature of the season i love so much its so far from quiet and closer to tormenting.

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

The boy with the wooden heart pt.2

     There once was a boy who instead of the thump thud rhythm of a flesh and blood heart he had the groan and whisper of a wooden heart cut straight from the heart of the forest. Though this didn’t make him any different from any other boy or girl however his luck in loved suffered much worse than he. He had been in love exactly three times, or so he had thought, the first girl who had made his heart skip a beat or two had beautiful blond hair and bright blue eyes but her hands were as sharp as a chainsaw and all too quickly the boy found this out and once she had finished with him his heart was missing a chunk the size of a large acorn. Next there was the girl with a mouth that breathed words of fire, when he first met her she reserved her heated words for others but in the not too distant future they became directed toward him and she left his heart in a blackened state, singed and tarnished by her fire.
     Just when the boy with the wooden heart began to think that love was not for him, that he may never meet a girl who would not, could not harm him he heard a most wonderful noise drift past his ears. He searched for the source and when he found it he found that his heart beat with a quickened rhythm at the sigh of a beautiful girl with long chestnut curls and warm emerald eyes, she sang with the heart of a nightingale. Over time the boy with the wooden heart and the girl with the soul of a nightingale fell deeply in love and he found that the beautiful melodies she sang soon healed his broken and bruised wooden heart.     

Monday, 12 November 2012

Things people can't...shouldn't live with out.

1. Dreams...I met someone who had never had a dream when he was younger/ growing up and for someone who has always had one that's hard to imagine not having.

What happens to all the forgotten dreams...

2. The ability to dance and sing like there's no one watching or listening. I do this all of the time it makes my bad day feel much better and it stops me from feeling like sitting on the floor and crying.

my song of choice at the moment...Boogie shoes by K C and The Snshine band and Do you want to touch me by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts