I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age melic in the naked, knew a lake and drew the lofts for page hurdle all the waitings up, know it wasn’t wedded love 4 long minutes end and it was over it’d all be back and the frost took up the eyes
pressed against the pane could see the veins and there was poison out resting in a raze the inner claims I hadn’t breadth to shake searching for an inner clout, may not take another bout honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain hon, it wasn’t yet the spring
aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out no it wasn’t maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck hung up in the ivory, both were climbing for a finer cause love can hardly leave the room with your heart
im going somewhere where the beaches wont be my beaches, the streets not the lines in the palm of my hand, the wind not my southerly.the trees wont be dry and crackling, there wont be my icy winters, there wont be my well known escapes and my hiking tracks and people who have known me since i was 3 foot tall.
my entire life will be nestled somewhere separate to me for years. just me and you far,far away. who knew i could be so terrified.
Breakfast: a medium cup of chocolate milk, two small pancakes, and two thin pieces of turkey bacon
Snack: Fruit Roll Up
Snack: 100 calorie popcorn
Dinner: about thirteen pieces of tiny grilled chicken strips
Snack: orange cream sickle
b. oh so satisfied person (a.ka. me)
first breakfast (this breakfast happens when i wake up at 5am so hungry i could die): almond and apricot muesli with greek yogurt, a mandarin, 2 cups of tea, an orange juice
breakfast two(by about 8 i am hungry again, if i dont eat second breakfask i feel sick): mcdonalds hot cakes supplied by my beautiful mother, 3 hashbrowns, an orange juice a tea (this only happens fortnighly as a treat, otherwise its usually vegemite toast or fruit salad)
snack: gluten free white chocolate and raspberry muffin my boyfriends brother made me
lunch: 2 salad sandwhiches, 2 bananas, lots of water
afternoon snack: dried fruit and nuts and a coffee and some dark chocolate
dinner: (which i eat while preparing) 4 thai fish cakes and a garden salad
dessert: warm mudcake with ganache and strawberries, plus half my boyfriends serve.
how many calories? who cares! im a sexy happy and completely satisfied human.
his eyes were the colour of black tea, approximately 20 seconds after youve put the teabag in your mug. You know, that redish honey colour. he was full of cheek. his long eyelashes would peer at you intently without warning. on a boat in the rain in the middle of the ocean raindrops ran down his face and dropped off the tip of his nose. he drank too much. when he laughed all his teeth showed. his accent was sugar and his skin was coffee. he slept with lots of women.he was an enviable pool player.id have slept with him.he would be the type to pick you up and throw you on the bed in a fit of laughter. i didnt. of course.
his eyes were classic blue. his sandy hair was cropped close to his head. his accent was mine but stronger. he carried a rubix cube with him everywhere. when he didnt have a rubix cube he had a camera. he drank phillipino rum.
his eyes were so brown they were black. his hair was black. his beard was black. he always wore beanies. his shirt was usually black. his personality was technicolour. he didnt wear socks. his skateboard sat across my feet during lectures. he drank expresso. he called me “books”. he was endearingly awkward. he was far too tall. he had a picture i had drawn bluetacked to his wall. i thought i loved him once. i do. but not like that. he told me that if i left hed cry.
his eyes are the colour of the ocean, when youve waded out to about waist depth and peer to the bottom. if i were to take a photo of him, legs folded on my bed, and develop it in black and white, you would think he was a prisoner of war. he reads to me at night. when he dives he has a tendency to cross his legs and hover like some marine monk. his excitement is contagious. when he says yes and his nose twitches, he means no. his smile starts on one side of his mouth and explodes out like a shock wave. he is scruffy. he likes to waltz when hes drunk. he is my beginning and my end.
43 days. 45 hours bottom time. a tonne of roti and kuih, litres of teh tarik and sunscreen. a mask tan. a fire ant attack. a night alone in the jungle and millions of friends later. home (australia). Missing home (semporna). not quite sure where home is. broke. happy.