I saw a girl with long black hair & chillis on her neck.
I followed her into the water. The river swept us away.
We swam together and as I gently carried her through the water people on the bank stared at us with jealously written on their face. She lent over to me and whispered “I want you to flirt with me, I want you to kiss me”
She placed her head under water for a long time. Just as I was starting to get worried she came back up, with her make up running and with twigs and mud strewn through her hair she asked me “Do I look beautiful?”, “You look perfect” I replied.
I read this article & loved the idea. The same thing that makes the sky blue is what makes my eyes blue, its just an illusion, scattered light reflecting off of particles. I’ve always been drawn to women with blue eyes.
There is a song in me screaming out to be written about this…
You seem to have gone all over the world, experienced so much and a skill set from painting, musical talent, and ability to express yourself in such a clear way. How were you able to have so much accomplished so young?
I’ve never been asked this question before. I guess I tackle one goal at a time.
My goals with my life always seem big, when I was younger my goals like buying a bass guitar now seem small in contrast compared to traveling around Europe by myself.
Know what you want and eliminate the obstacles in your way. Money an issue? learn how to save. Waiting for someone to travel with you? learn to be independent.
I bought a flat when I was 19 and in 2 years it will be completely paid off. During that time I still have all the materialistic things I want in this life, car, music gear, laptop etc.
One last thing, “ability to express yourself in such a clear way.” Just like writing a song, just like life, it takes time to shape thing into the way you want them to. You see the end product and not the 100’s of hours I’ve spent writing my mind out, I’ve created a lot of things I’m not 100% satisfied with.
everything you post is everything i am unable to say. it amazes me how i can feel so much for one stangers words. they pierce my skin and linger on my bones. The feeling it wont go away. and it just amazes me
Thanks :) It’s always nice to find someone connected to what I write.