Thursday, 22 July 2010

I won't say horses won the war for us, but we would never have won it without them.

Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Tall dark stranger

His glowing amber eyes stared burning into me, his brittle black hair shone silver in the light. I wanted to ask if we could meet up again but I knew we would only cross paths once. He made me feel alive, I wanted to spread ink over paper capturing his eyes to stay with me forever.
Crying owls broke the crisp clear air, my skin crawled whilst my fingertips felt every ridge in the bark. I wanted to run.