It’s you I was missing

You with your matching blue skies – your insistence to haunt my dreams and infect me with the travel virus. Again and again and again. You with your promise of kind eyes and dimpled smiles and adventure.

Updates.

In the past 2 weekends a LOT has happened. Mum’s had surgery and I’ve had to quit my job. We  were in Kerala when mum had an attack – she swears it wasn’t an attack (she argued with the doctor that her ECG reports were faulty) and if she had the choice she’d have held…

Teabags and Cyanide

I wept at the Harry Potter finale. I charmed strangers with my words I smiled at a child who was soaring through the skies on a swing I drank tea I promised today that I would clear out my room. I didn’t I’m still living out of suitcases and backpacks I coloured within the line…

‘Hit the road’ Blues

I have these songs that I drive to. The kind where you take your car out late in the evening, you turn up your speakers, sing along to songs that break your heart and then it starts raining and you keep driving. It’s a case of the hit the road blues. It’s the kind of…

Please, let me sleep?

I shouldn’t let myself sleep. I don’t really know you and yet, In my dreams we are in love. Different places – A turqouise ocean, An old heritage building, A volcano Always the same story – We are great friends, We backpack together, We realize we have always loved each other. We kiss. Oh that…