Slumberland

Falling down that rabbit hole

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Lazy Sunday getting that aggression out of my bones

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Tired of the rat race 😉 (at Heritage Coffee Brewers)

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New heights

:TOKYO

Atop a bustling Tokyo street there is a stone stair way that if time had a tongue would tell you is its brother. At the base an old lady is selling grilled chicken with a subtle glow in her eye and a crook in her back almost mimicking the forward slant of these wise yet charmed stairs. She shuffles across the glassy stones, turning each skewer with precision above the glowing embers and as the smoke rises, so do I. Counting each step and watching as my foot drops into the indistinct groves, my vision starts to blur and I soon realise that the numbers have faded just like the memories of previous souls. Turning around I hear the bustling streets, the chicken lady blends in with the chaos that encircles her, pushing by and stomping through as they are all in an urgent rush to be somewhere more important than here. Here where time has forgotten tradition and where history is screaming to be heard.

A sudden cool breeze blows up the stone stairs carrying a soft scent of cherry blossoms upon my face, turning back I find that the top of the world is not that far and as I too almost get carried away with the other life importances I plant my foot firmly upon the top stone. I do not turn around or wait for another whisper to push me forward. instead I grasp my hands to my pounding chest and open my eyes.

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Another beginning of an idea.

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Starting to sketch up a face for my dark angel.

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Listening to Hometown Girl by ZHU

– Preview it on Path.

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Spinning and falling.

It has begun to feel so real. This moment when you start to realise the butterflies may not go away and that the line you dance on between dreaming and reality has started to blur.

In the early summer heat as I wonder outside, I feel a bead of sweat trickle down past my temple. It moves in away that draws me into realisation of time and how each breath, each pulse of my heart will soon be in the past for no one to remember, not even myself.

I find im constantly thinking of her. I wonder, is she thinking of me too? My mind starts to rush and a nervous energy darts around behind my eyes. I have fallen so hard and so quick. I've torn down my walls and embraced the vulnerability of letting someone new deep into my heart.

Feel the pain of not knowing, enjoy the rush in your chest. Cherish the moments you are together and remember this feeling of love can be nurtured and tortured. Respect it and whatever you do...

Don't forget to breath.

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We run, we hide, we jump, we dive. Falling down the rabbit hole has never been so fun. Let’s see what awaits us at the bottom

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Still in bed, almost 1 week left

So I am at that point before a big trip where I really have only a vague idea of what to expect. The main reason for this is it still seems far enough away that I will have time, later to start thinking about expectations. In the mean time I'm worrying if I will get all my Jobs done aswell as if I'll have enough money to survive for a month. I have stopped taking on new jobs and have a list if some small but several big jobs left that normally would take me about 3 weeks to complete instead of the 1 week I have remaining. On top of this, I'm trying to sell the Bravo. Once that is gone I'll need to complete the remainder of my jobs using the little corolla. As the week progresses I'm sure things will start to clear and I'll get my travel brain into gear. But until then (starting tomorrow ;) ) I'll be pulling big hours. Actually, this will be my last sleep in before I go. Its going to be short lived though, because in about an hour there is a couple coming to look at the car and right now it is messssssy. Time to move...