Be strong. Be Loved.

Free-form writing - it's just a process of forgetting where you are and who you are and what you feel and what you want. For the seconds before writing - you are a blank page. Then the words come out like textual rivers, and you suddenly remember who you are and what it is about life that you love. It is a process of meditation. Or in my case, of realising that I can't really touch-type, and the river becomes a stream, then I get self-conscious and it becomes a trickle. And then I have to start all over again. DAMN.

My mind clear again, I write. I think about Jack and how my life has transformed, about how much I want my life to be like this always. About how much colour and warmth he has brought into my soul. It feels alive again, and I am cocooned in this bubble of amazement and wonder at how life should have been all along. If I don't post this it's simply because he would think me to be a sop. But in all accounts, he's the cutest and most wonderful thing. He knows it and I know it. We are nothing if we aren't together. Separately - we just don't work properly. Like walky-talkies with the wrong packet of batteries.

Dreams and thinking
of weddings and lifetimes
of adventures and smiles
of kisses and strong arms
wrapped around my shoulders. 
My heart, now warm
beating under my shirt.
My skirt, 
patterned like the 
tapestry of life. He
sits quietly reading 
as I write.
I think about his warm hands
and his darting eyes. 
The colour of his lips
as he sips coffee,
a sigh. 

Be strong. Be loved. Let it all envelop us until we turn to dust.