SQUARK!

Trills of whistle's and tweets erupt from his beak, his head rasied to the sky, neck protruding. The closer I approach the more he his puffs feathers. He runs back and forth, frantic, wide-eyed and his wings in a shamble. Between my fingers I hold his one true love.

"Is this what you want?"

CHIRP!

"I could give it to you."

CHIRP SQUARK!

I watch this small feathered creature run aimlessly. The squarks are so loud and continous that...

These are big, possibly existential fingernail biting concepts to consider. How do I measure my self-worth in five points? Do I know myself enough to know what I value within myself? It's something which I have deeply thought about. 

1. Honesty not only with myself but with others. This is an internal view and something that is one of the primary influences in my decision making. If I'm not honest with myself, I will never live authentically. 

2. Keeping my...

We hear that bell ding or that pop up appear
We think we are fulfilled because it takes away the fear
But where does the panic come from? Is it that abandoning feeling to our days?
Or the constant need to have things go our way?

As we cling so tightly to that blue light
We forget what the time is as it passes into night

But what's the harm when your loved ones are on there too?
Smiling and...

The car is silent.

The endless turning of the wheels,
To the gentle chatter of the engine,
Silence of the mouths,

The rain patters lightly,
Our thoughts can't wash away,
We hold our tongues,

The car is silent.

We hope and pray and wonder,
We wish we truly knew,
The rain heavily patters,

The car slowly rolls,
Everything is still,
Our thoughts race on, 

The car is silent. 

It's been a while since we've sat up here, Mason.
It has been, last time we sat in this tree was when we were just kids.
Do you remember when it would start to get dark and Mum would yell out from halfway across the field, "Riley, Mason, you two boys get in here right now!"
Yeah that was pretty funny, and Charlotte would be acting like a goody two shoes inside.
She always had a one leg up from...

They glided effortlessly through the endless blue. Their pale pink heads ballooned and deflated, mesmerising inquisitive eyes. Intently she watched, drawn into the loop of the circulating jellyfish. Up and down, back and forth their tentacles swooped miraculously through the water, managing to miss one another each time. Curiously she watched and wondered if her life would be simpler if she could join the pink blobs in their circles, flowing and effortlessness. She imagined plunging into the deep blue, her...

Dear Me,

I could ask all of the cliche questions like "what are you up to now? Did you stick to your dreams." However, I won't. Instead, I want to focus on life right now (your past). 

You are 17, love singing, your friends and family and could think of doing nothing else in life than theatre. Your passion lies with the stage, you really are a theatre fanatic, typical. Do you remember you were 12 when you first wanted...

I narrow my eyes upon my target, Anthony stands firm, his legs in a straddle position. I wet my lips, placing my hand on the holster. 

"It's almost high noon," he announces.

I nod simply in reply. The air's tension is thick as our eyes narrow with every breath. I can see his concentration. Our hand's rest on the handles, the slick silver waiting with anticipation. 

"Draw!" He shouts. 

Simultaneously the silver flashes quickly in the light. Click. My knees...