Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Moon's Trajectory

I’ve embraced it the way I embrace my curves. Ever-present, ever-changing, and out of my control. There has been no choice in its dawn or dusk, and the gap is closing at an exponential rate. Accept it. The canvas is dripping wet with paints of pain, love, tears and courage. I’ve watched the tides turn just as the clouds shroud the moon at night. And I’ve wondered if the moon always knew about the tides.

I’ve run barefooted across the forest, terrified of the echoes ringing through the night. I’ve been struck on the heel by a fork-tongued serpent and blinded by the smog. But in running, I’ve stumbled across light and living water. In being struck, I’ve experienced the comfort of recovery as wounds rise to heal. I've been lifted into a world of dancing and laughter and dreams.

And here I have become more myself, a proud cacophony of bandages, confetti, and radiance. I’ve always wanted clean perfection, but I’ve discovered perfection isn’t perfect without the blemish. White cannot display full brilliance without the contrast of black, and neither can black. The haunting threats and fears will perhaps still hover silently, but like the moon, the cyclical trajectory will always return me home

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Best Colour


“The best colour in the whole world is the one that looks good on you.” -Coco Chanel