Mosaic so beautiful with carefully chosen pieces
Colourful lustre
Intricate detail perfectly placed
One by one pieced together to form a masterpiece

Heed the beauty within it’s convoluted shape
Lustre dulled
Detail a mangle of shards
Thrown together seeming whole
But remaining empty and broken




My bed seems like a dark hole, luring me closer with whispers of pleasant sleep. Promises of beautiful dreams and blissful places. It calls my name in soft murmered notes…wanting to ensnare me.

I follow and walk in empty footsteps closer to a dark pit of doom. I have been there before…in the space between happiness and sorrow. Wrapped in the soft warm sheets with my head resting on a pillow dampened by tears of sorrow.

The safety and warmth of the soft smells keep me comfortably trapped. It has been too long, it will be even longer. My name is whispered again, resistance would be invain.

I nestle myself deeper under thick blankets in disrepair. I can hear the rain falling outside, I can smell the fresh spring air. It is not enough to get me to leave my bed… It is whispering my name and I am hearing it’s call.



Sometimes,  just sometimes the nothings are somethings

Sometimes the smiles are covered sadness…
Amazing means it’s terrible, having a good day means you are silently suffering

Sometimes silence holds too much to be broken, and you find yourself on a ledge

Sometimes nothing is enough, no money no love, eveything moreish is much less

Everything meaningful is meaningless

Sometimes words are never enough and proof is sought

Sometimes only actions will speak the words that words could not speak

Sometimes drastic measures are the only way, the only way to see without lenses, to breathe, to be set free

Thanks for reading!


Just wanted to thank all my followers and everyone else who has read my blog and made comments! I can’t believe that the last time I wrote something was in November.  I have had less and less time to spend on certain things lately, sadley blogging was one of those. At least I painted one painting during the holiday, it wasn’t very big or elaborate, but it gave me some creative joy. I have mentioned in previous posts that I have neglected my creativity. I envy people who can wholeheartedly give themselves over to what they love and do it every day. 

I have so many things on my mind and more so things I would like to change.  This year will be a challenging one, but hopefully it will hold positive change and new possibilities, and hopefully more blog posts!