The Clouds: Home Coming

And then my voice cracked and we were laughing so hard that I had to brace myself in my seat. And before we knew what had hit us, the tears came streaming down.

Catch a Fallen Dream

And it suddenly goes dark.

Wish... wish... wish... upon a star to guide you on to reach her.

Always just a breath away, always just too far for me to stray.
Sometimes i fear the loneliness she’s left behind. I think she’s the only medicine that will fix these crumpled hearts of ours.
Sometimes I fear the depression, but I still don’t know how to help either of us.
Nothing makes sense... but it all makes sense to me.

A dream is just a sequel to a nightmare.
My fears for her are valid as she flits through the constellations, as she leaves behind unanswered doubts and questions that whirl through my mind.
Through the dust we orbited some colourful Planetary rings and suddenly so suddenly we were struck with logic, forcing our feet to halt.

What if the dream we were chasing happened to reject us?

We got too close and she was always just out of reach.
I’d been chasing her for so long, planning our every conversation shared.

No words reached my lips when she whispered: “Your world will soon end,” she touches her thumb to my lip to calm my bubbling emotions, “My world will soon end,” she says louder now hoping (I think) to break this sleep-spell she’d cast on me. “Our world will soon end,” she says in that same way a bored school mistress would when knowing her student still hasn’t grasped the information she spews forth. “This world will soon end,” she says exuberantly as she hugs me to her and happiness brightening her dark eyes.

circumVent the boredom

twitter wont let me tweet. my camera went on hiatus. no idea for any story i want to write comes to mind. And im trying not to stress. Im planning to update soon and i will pack soon... I promise

Hands off Prestwich

The day started out solemn as we lay to rest a loved one. But before we could blink we were hurtling toward our final destination, searching hurriedly for vacant parking spots.

With a quick history lesson outside on the fan-walk we learnt of our ancestors... slaves. Behind us a building loomed ominously as it shadowed a coffee shop that had been placed strategically at the entrance to two ossuaries. The building’s excavation site was once a mass grave for slaves. I am slightly ashamed to admit that I didn’t even realise a place like this existed. I knew of the slaves, I just didn’t know how close to home a topic like slave burials could hit.

As we stood outside we couldn’t help but think of all the lost ones who once were buried where our feet now trod.

This place was just a big cemetery filled with boxes that contained our history, a lot of our culture and too much heartache. This place is now the final resting place for many of the remains that have been found since the inception of the memorial. This place is now filled with love for people we never knew but helped to make us who we are today.

It’s strange that you can live in a city for all of your life and not know much of its history... or that tourists know more about our city than we do... or even why the ‘klopse’ dress so colourfully.

We would like to thank the city of CT for allowing us to glimpse a bit of our past. And remember that if you are a ‘Van Der’ or a ‘February-March-April’ your ancestors were probably standing beneath a tree on a hot summer’s day being auctioned to the highest bidder, saying: “This is the stuff history is made of...”