we live in a beautiful world

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunnèd it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.






William Blake

bursts are where i find a face

something forgotten

Skies of Christmas lights
Rainbow coloured dreams
Pink turning to black
Future becoming past



I realised that you weren’t mine
I realised you were never the one

summertime, and the living's easy

i want your love

it's been hard to deal with something that was always there and always possible but now that it isn't, now that it's over and done with. i can finally let go.