I stand alone in the middle of a clearing, by a long stretch of empty road. The horizon is lined with softly faded mountains in the very far distance. The mountains are lined with the most beautiful sunset; soft, subtle sunset of orange merged with pink. There is a lone tree, its branches wind and curve, bend and intertwine. They are smooth and very light brown in colour. There are no leaves on this tree. A white owl perched sleeping on a branch. All is silent. White feathers fall from the sky like rain. It is wonderful. I raise my arms as high as I can, my fingertips seem to be reaching for something, longing for something. my body stretches, and i tilt my head upwards and feel the feathers brush past my face as they fall down beside me. I keep my arms above, as my right foot moves left, and leads me to turn my body in a circle motion, the other follows instinctively. I dance in circles. My hands now both waving slowly up and down, as if they are the wings of a bird. My fingers dance and play with the falling feathers, causing a light breeze, sending them off their desired paths, back into the sky momentarily untill gravity redirects them and they land softly on the ground. i feel wonder. i feel happiness. This is my idea of heaven.

12:02 am  •  21 July 2009

i like words.i wish i was better at them. i love how you string them together so beautifully - it’s like they are meant to be. and when you sing them, when you sing them they become alive, you create such wonder and emotion - i get shivers. watching you strum, so naturally, creating. listening to your voice and the acoustic strings, coupled. I get lost in it. i get lost in it completely, like a kid with an adventure book. I get so lost in your story - the way you are telling it. it becomes even more than the beautiful string of words, more than your voice and six strings, it’s in your eyes - i can see it. it’s flowing from your mind, through your veins, your bones… to your fingertips. everything. all of it. draws me in. and i get lost in that moment, with you.

1:16 am  •  18 July 2009

I found one of my fathers old photo albums. He took this photograph sometime in the 80’s, of the Harbour bridge through a hole in a brick wall.

1:46 am  •  19 May 2009