Our forever as the years go by

I like things being real.

I like that even though we were meeting after twenty months, we spent exactly half our time in disagreement with each other. We didn’t rose tint those ten days away, where we saw an argument, we seized it and devoured it. I liked that.

However, there is a part of me that does not comprehend real, a part that lives in its own time and harps along its own tune. A part that when said forever, meant forever. No, not just a considerably long period of time, not just till forever makes logical sense, but actually forever. Ofcourse I could only promise you forever hoping that it comes to fruition but if you really really believe in your promise, it doesn’t leave you even if you want it to.

I still remember you, I still think of you. With every breath of my being, I still `cherish you like an heirloom.

Some people understand this, some don’t but each time I find a believer incredulity slithers away, making way for the nascent of our forever. Once again, I find it.

Once again, I find you.

You are a part of what makes me alive, you are a part of what makes me who I am, you are a part of the dreams I can dream, you are my hopes, you are.

As each year waddles by they say that you should shrink down to a peanut in my mind, but little do they know that you are only blown up bigger and bigger each year.

I don’t love you, but I will always love you.

Fall Leaf Wreath


Happy autumn! :)

Originally posted on Ali Does It Herself:

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I’m not sure how it came about, but making wreaths from scratch has become one of my favourite DIYs in recent years. I love coming up with an idea  and seeing it come to fruition – sometimes better than I’d planned.

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I spent about 20 minutes gathering these leaves from the local park. They all came from the same tree, so they were the same general shape, but they had a good variance of colour, which I liked. I divided my pile in half, and set one half aside.

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Then I got out my craft paint and paint brushes.

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Then I started painting the other half of the leaves. Nothing too elaborate or detailed – just something to make the leaf still interesting to look at once it’s shriveled and turned brown.

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I did this for a while.

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Like, an hour or so.

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My favourites are the ones I painted…

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Razor Cut

The feeling is old, the memory new

This is my life with, but without you.

Why do you paint your visage over everything I see

And kindle haggard poetry?

Why do you tease that melody hackneyed

When you strum those tunes long since frayed?

Why do you bleed like a razor cut

That inglorious scarlet flow

Seamless love it seems to spout

But forever you’ll never know.


From dawn to dusk now your thoughts squirm bleakly

Each day to diminish you, I try so meekly.

Why do you reek of such pertinence

All through your scathing sheaves of ignorance?

Why do you tingle like love when you’re but a broken wish?

These foolish rhymes, why do you blandish?

Why do you bleed like a razor cut

That inglorious scarlet flow

Seamless love it seems to spout

But forever you’ll never know.


Someday I will wipe the blood,

The wound will somehow be sown,

But underneath that pallid thin line,

Is a heart you’ll never know you owned.

A Moment

A moment to put out the fire,

A moment to light the sky,

A moment to touch your fears,

A moment to say goodbye.

A moment to cry for help,

A moment to yearn and yelp,

A moment to welcome fancies unknown,

A moment to dish out tales untold.

A moment to wish you were yourself and yet wished,

A moment the truth, you hope to happily relish.

A moment your dream’s fullfilled,

A moment, just a moment, to hold still.

A moment you’re pardoned, and life goes on

A moment to never look back, or to ever scorn.

A moment, somewhere, that you could somehow always cherish,

A moment, that no ugly could ever lead to perish,

A moment that speaks of more than just your duty,

A moment to bring out your true inner beauty,

A moment, that is words, when words can’t speak,

A moment that is strong, even when you’re weak.

A moment that stays, even after its gone,

A moment thats always near your grasp,

All you want now or ever, is just one moment

Is that too much to ask?

To love

Hello lovebugs!

I know it’s been a while since I have written and I want to take this time to thank those of you who still checked back every day on this blog. You guys are amazing, you inspire me!

This has been a crazy couple of weeks, for several reasons but above all because I have fallen in love. Yes, the big guns my friend, the real deal.

It has taken yours truly more than two years to find this kind of love and believe you me, I couldn’t revel in it anymore.

This is the stuff of poetry, or sacrifice, of pining, of legend. Of pain, of passion of drive, of myth.

He has stolen a part of me and taken me on a long long journey my friend, that boy, well, he has me.

So here is to love, may you all in every corner of the world reading this find love that sends you whirling into a tizzy. Here is to love.