15 stops. 40 minutes. each day.

Month: January, 2014


It could be the combination of a few things;

yes, it’s true – I am on holidays

but I don’t think that’s the true catalyst.

It could be the psych visits, but for all she’s done,

I’ve done most of it myself.

It could be the trip to Miami I was awarded by the company I work for

for being awesome. But that’s like icing on the cake.

So what is it? Where does this stream of energy

running across my back and into my heart come from?

And the answer to that, is the answer to this smile,

these tapping feet, my dancing soul.

I’m so fucking happy.

I’m realising some truths just come with age

how delicious to discover them like jewels along an overgrown path.

Nothing, and I’ve traversed the external world and the internal questions,

Nothing allows me to soar the heights of love like lost-in-the-world, eyes-shut, heart open dancing

surrounded by the most beautiful people

surrounded by mother nature

encompassed in this all-too-human body,

relishing the short time we are here.

I’m still tingling, still feeling the space in my brain

behind my eyes


to my ears, and down my neck

open and inviting

all the things.

I’m so fucking happy right now, I could share this love with a million and not be left lacking


Death stares

I’m getting constant death, lip-curling looks from this 30-something woman on the train. It’s quite hilarious because I’ve never seen her before, I have no idea what I’ve done, and I just know my current smug smile is making her even angrier at me.
Happy Friday!
Saw a cute guy reading New Scientist on the 376 this morning..we had a little chat, but then someone sat next to him. And I was going to give him my business card, so we could chat Quantum Physics another time, but I totally chickened out. Looks like I’m getting the bus all next week

what remains is what’s true.

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”

Louis de Bernières