The well manicured lawns are now overgrown. The trampoline rusted, broken and turned upside down in the long grass and weeds. The fences that line paddocks are old and broken. Abondoned chicken pens litter the outskirts of the house and the old bird cage roof where finches, quails and canaries were kept has completely collapsed. …
I've written about you many times... I've cried about you, laughed about you, joked about how much of a clingy bastard you are and even tried to romanticise you. But today I am writing you a letter of acceptance. Because you deserve acknowledgement for all the times you let me down, all the lessons you …
We say this every year "can you believe 2016 is nearly over?" Well I can, it's been a crazy year for me. Here's some books I read along the way that helped me with depression and adjusting to new life and also some fun reads and old classics worth revisiting.
I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world. I felt it when I left High School, who am I …
My veins are blue and connected in every single nerve and my heart pulses to the rhythm of my breath. My skin is white and my blood is red, just like you, one in the same. But I sit in the corner, the wild observer of the night. The one who listens instead of speaks. …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucA0iT7LwhU I'm sitting here in Canggu, Bali. It's 31°c with a cool breeze and nature is breathing around me. I can hear construction in the distance, scooters going faster than they should and chickens crowing. I'm at a place called The Farm, yes the farm. It makes me giggle because I grew up on a …
I never met you before, but I looked at you through the glass several times a year. You had eyes like the sky at twelve o'clock and a smile that could light up this whole town. I never met you before, but I could tell by the way your shoulders were strong and your back …
It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …
I used to know this girl. Who gave her love away. To every guy she met. And with all the games they played. She never seemed to cry. She never got upset. And one by one they came. And one by one they left. I thought that I could fix her. If she would let …
Haley Lauren Smith 