Nymphaea Caerulea

Him walking away gaily with the umbrella in hand, along the rain-slick lamplit streets.

"it's like you awoke me, im a lotus in bloom," i said, "a water lily sitting in full bloom of beauty on a pad."

Nymphaea Caerulea - Blue Egyptian water lily 

La Città

i have photographs of memories so wide and spacious pressed close to my heart. in my mind, Us tripping each other, the night, with flashing bulbs of the city, green growth in the wide cracks in between the squares, and oblivious people milling around us, the whole world surrounding us. we are the center. and the sky was a cauldron, up there, someone was brewing a storm. the whole world was covered in this doom. it was breathtaking.

Heidelberg Uni

im going to germany!!!

Blossom Sunshine

today's a blossom day, when the world unfolds like a lotus bloom, sitting serenely on the pondwater, growing in beauty with every passing moment. im in my favourite hat, and the turquoise halter top that a friend from drama class so liked, and a snake bangle and a few others curled 'round my wrist. the sunshine was positively beautiful today, with fingers so soft, to caress, rather than burn. i was listening to elton john and kiki dee's "dont go breaking my heart", and i was grooving, singing along to it. the music travelled up and down my spine in these warm orgasmic pulses till i was tingly with happiness all over and grinning to myself and the sky. the silly rest of the world, "who's that girl in her spot of sunshine?" but what's wrong with my spot of sunshine, and who are they with grey lightning bolts zigzagging their mouths down? i was thinking about music today, a lot about music, as always, and about the velvet underground's (i love that name) "venus in furs", a song that rolls elephants draped in heavy rugs and exotic circuses of the 1900s down on the ground in a masochistically sexual way. i miss that song, i've only heard it twice.

here i take my leave. calls from the skies beckons.

Never-Neverland

sleepy in the hollow is my cephas, one arm folded casually on his grizzly stomach, the other resting and supporting his forehead. today is as wonderful as the breeze that listlessly blows whispers through the air. today i bought a river hat and strode through the streets, the flame of golden buttercups trailing my footsteps. i was lifted in the air, and songs of old tales burst forth from my lips. so good is the day, so good is the wind, so good are us too.