We're Married!

And I'm totally loving it.

Married life, despite and inspite of all the changes and compromises, certainly does rock!

its coming!

39 days and counting!

Am i looking forward to it?

you bet!

Is it scary as heck?

Sure is!

But it does help not to think about it too much,

God set the things in motion, and now its time to let his currents guide me.

help me lord

Help me Lord.

Help me tide this wave.

These walls that I've been trapped under for so many years.

This fear that has become a part of my life, turning me brittle and dry.

It hurts lord,

Please save me.

Please.

Boredom

Dear Lord,

I'm bored,

I think something cracked a little under all that recent stress and I couldn't be bothered anymore.

I feel restricted and tied down to obligatiosn rules and institutions, and in someway that makes me more bored.

I've always understood that new things loose their shine, to take one a more permenant if dull lustre.

This doesn't seem to be it.

I miss being passionate about things...

having goals, being close to you.

Fuel my drive Lord.

Amen

Happy Birthday to her!

I love you baby,

and if its quite alright I need you baby...

Its been a crazy year,

Mountains have moved,

Tides have been turned.

Through it all,

I have no regrets.

I love you,

I love walking with you,

Learning more about you daily.

I love you baby.

Happy Birthday!

In the silent home...

A dream gone bye

Lots and lots has happened lately.

Lots is still happening.

but indulge me this.

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Black TT

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I remember my first car,

all 1.3L of pure carby power. My mates and I took her racing into the hills about 2 days into my owner ship and almost killed ourselves in it.

The brakes screamed and the entire car pivoted on the front left tyre whilst spinning 180 degrees.

We screamed OOOHHHHHH SHIIiiiitittttt as it spun and slammed into a gutter, to be saved by a cheap but sturdily made japanese rim holding under impact.

...

Fast forward years later, a foreigner drags his tired body onto a crowded bus, torn and bruised limbs dragging his groceries.

The heartlanders around him yell into their cell phones in dialects he can't help but understand.

He gets off at his bus stop, and looks at his watch. 7 hrs of freedom left... take an hour on the bus away from that... time to live.

...

Hours past

The foreigner sits with his wealthy friends, each enjoying the count down in the sweet sense of stolen time.

Hey lets go for a drive, says one of them. He jumps into the leather clad beast, hiding envy...

...

Years past

He sits in a car park filled with memories & ghosts, bolting on a set of rims, he tries to ignore the phantom whispers as he knows he must continue the suicide watch, whilst hearing more heart rending details of that he would rather not know.

...

With pride he looks upon his tiny fleet, one for work and one for racing, and the setup reversed just because he could.

He lets himself smile as he remembers the stinking hot bus.


...

Time pasts.

The man runs his hands on the smooth surface of the sportster.

Before turning the seller down and walking back to his now dusty steed.

Maybe one day, maybe never.

We all try to grow up one day.

On the rock

I'm a big mixed bag of feelings right now.

Mostly its apprehension.

Then there is in there disappointment and the growing sense of... well, anger's to strong a word, but it certainly is in that direction.

I'd talk more.

But then I won't be able to stop.

Save me lord.

Please...

The erg of frustration...

...The breaking wave of pressure.

These are turmoilic times in my life.

Yet I have never been so blessed.

So in all things, in all times.

May I praise the name of the lord.

Farewell little friend

Tiny little creature as big as a sock

Curious eyes and sniffing nose.

Friendship offered and gained.

Silent companion, and all knowing family member.

Little gray ghost running around comforting all.

Toys numbers 1 through to 6.

Good bye my little friend.

I'm sorry we weren't there.

We'll see u again one day.