laur

I don’t think I’ll complain about grading carrots and peeling onions 10 hours a day…Nop I don’t want to complain, in fact how often is that we are provided with 10 hours a day for pure thinking time? let alone paid thinking time. Im not talking about strenuous thoughts, it’s the sub-conscious mind that I am preoccupied with, the one that allows me to drift in and out of lovely and dreadful thoughts with a sometimes strange and sometimes funny chain that links them. The freedom of thought! The state of the mind can really be such a lovely thing. So time, you and I have never really seen eye to eye and its got me wondering whether you mean anything at all, as I listen to temper trap and ponder your existence or my existence within you I cant help but blame you for many of my life’s inadequacies, number one, I always seem to blame you for my lost loves because I know they are far from lost you just never seem to allow them, or it may very well be the ambitious and determined souls that I encounter rather than time, or maybe once again I am just not surrendering to blaming myself. But how can I be so cruel when it is those peculiar, curious, wonderful moments of complete harmony that you provide, that make my insides churn with simplicity and happiness. Can I blame you for overpowering love at one instance or should I just appreciate those spontaneous moments of beauty that leave me in awe. As it is these wonderful times that I long to freeze with a click of a button or a touch of a brush but you are too beautiful for that. So as I surround myself with the luxuries of my pink bed socks, cuddles from mum in her dressing gown, mollies funny snoring noises, my paints, hot coffees in the bubble bath, walks of 13 houses to be in the company of my bestest strangest friend, and as I look in my fully stocked wardrobe and pantry, I stop and wonder about the next chapter…Living from a backpack with no where in particular to be…yes I am ready! Thats it Thats all I dream of an epic adventure Laura