sunlit musings.

Holyrood Park, Edinburgh 18/10/2016

Cold and wet evenings in Edinburgh (And yet I'd still walk that extra mile for you) 11/10/2016

Calton Hill, Edinburgh

Let not your heart fall too fast, For the plunge is deep and everlasts. It's only moved to love as it pleases, And alas, he cannae see your dream-like sceneses. For love takes two, as souls consent To attempt unity, forging sweet content. Oh let this not deter you from love, "It's just not to be," cries up above. Whatever keeps him happy - that ought be the desire - If you claim to love him as you ardently transpire. How good can friendship, and light conversation be, Just trust that love evolves oh-so naturally. Forget your fantasies; put them to bed, 'Cos quite frankly, it was just all in your head. 21/9/2016

Velvet voices spawn technicolour scenes, delving into deepest imaginings of dreams. The small Specks dazzle, demanding its maiden dance, prompting mesmerised warblers to shower lilting chants. Pole-vaulting, leaping, propelling from its page, leeching onto souls wistfully vacuous, disengaged. Medicinal are its melodies; tunes effortlessly soothe, piercing through callous walls cemented by rusting blues. Featherless it flies - those glistening lyrical lines - melting hearts, though boring through minds. No other gift could birth or breathe such verve, as our Specks do, with fearless honesty and nerve. Each beat - pulsating - proclaiming as it chimes sacred manuals of love-engendering life. Notes I've learnt and have now taken down, in hopes that my etching may imitate your sound, in its vivacity, lull, sincerity and grit. Here's to all the Specks - may our spirits soar; no surrender, no giving in. 19/8/2016

What reproach do you seek? You disregard your fellows as meek, as unworthy, as small unmattering lives who do nothing but sever and spoil your sleep. Mirror mirror on the wall, what purpose do you serve if your subject does not notice its flaws? He's oblivious to his arrogance, his prejudice, his might. He's neither interested nor determined to fight or change the status quos he detests. If anything, you should thank him for his gifts, his talents, his presence - you're blessed to share the air he breathes! Don't you sense it? But change is futile, and most utopian a dream. When you get to his age, the soul has seen all it needs to see. Cynicism brews, hopelessness boils over. What's left is the desire to settle and retreat into one's recluse corner with no responsibilities, regards, relationships, or cares for the world. Your "reality" is hallucinatory. But you'll never learn. 4/8/2016

Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay, Amsterdam 24/6/2016

7/7/2016

De 9 Straatjes (The 9 Streets), Amsterdam

4/7/2016

25/6/2016