Many people are afraid of death, afraid of dying. My emotions towards death could not be further enough away from this absent fear. To me, death is to most powerful part of life, next to birth. For they are the beginning and end of the individual life each and every one of us created. Death stirs emotions. It evokes a raw, unmastered energy. A vile of love, regret, fear and memories is unleashed, and the daily grind of life is inturrepted. Even if the Grand Goodbye is not spoken, it is whispered amongst our souls. What is not said is still understood. I wholeheartedly believe each and every one of us has a destiny - our journey begins on an unpaved road riddled with blind corners and unexpected and uncharted routes. Making the most of the wayward journey should be the part that bothers us the most. After all, we only have one life to live.

"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll." - Hunter.S. Thompson

tainted & twisted.

Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets that nobody knows.
Eyes are open but hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm tainted & twisted.

So many tricks and so many lies
Too many when’s & too many whys
Nobody's special and nobody's gifted
I'm just me, tainted & twisted

Sleeping awake and choking on dreams,
Listening loudly to muted screams.
Call my mind, but the number's unlisted,
It’s lost in someone so tainted & twisted.

On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at the invisible blood I've bled.
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted,
Do not expect much, I'm tainted & twisted.

Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow,
Today is merely yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun died out, the ashes sifted,
I'm still here, tainted & twisted.

Wanderlust & all wound up.

Six weeks til Take Off. Yep, in exactly 44 days I will depart this enthralling city, sailing off on my first long-lasting overseas escapade. The ever so delightful date of April 8 is creeping up on me faster than I expected. I am not going to lie, my mind is racing. The term ‘excited’ just doesn’t cut it. For the next eight months, the journey is going to be my home. And in all truthfulness, I hope my mind never quite breaks off from this exhilarating adventure.

I feel like I am in search of something, but I can’t quite work out what it is. Perhaps I feel the need to find myself. Or work out what exactly is out there in this wild world. Or maybe I am searching for a feeling of satisfaction or fulfilment. Whatever it is, I hope I search the entire world for what I need, and simply return home to find it.

Adventurous and audacious, hazardous and headstrong, wild and wanderlust... My time has finally come, I am ready to be swept off into the depths of this wayward world.

Swan Song

The horizon burned an indescribable, profound orange. The depth of the auburn day's end echoed memories of elapsed moments. He remembered now why she was too wonderful for words.

He was unconditionally engrossed by her every move. Breath soft, chest hard, and atmosphere tense. Isn’t it a shame, he thought, how nothing lasts forever?

Her sea-green eyes were filled with an ocean of tears, for this was the most painful goodbye she would ever encounter. Time should be limitless, she thought. Boundless, inexhaustible, and never-ending.

Instead, they were almost immediately bounded by darkness; the golden-brown sunset becoming a fading memory. Her heart skipped a beat. She held him close and breathed the scent of his skin; wishing she could be trapped in this perfect, heart-rending moment for eternity.

Kaleidoscopic Visions.

Have you ever taken the time to shut your eyes, and press into them ever so lightly with your fingertips? It happens to be one of my favourite things to do. A simple amusement, distraction, diversion. Blending my thoughts and feelings into an array of complex patterns. It takes me away - absorbing my mind soul and spirit into one psychedelic perplexing vision.

For a fleeting moment, I am blinded by a kaleidoscopic fantasy. This is my porthole to a world of suspended reality. Here, I am at ease. I am myself. Here, I become utterly absorbed by euphoria.