New blog.

I'm sorry to say that this blog will no longer be in use and I am no longer posting in this blog.
Instead I have created a new photo blog on tumblr.

You can find it here: where-did-they-go.tumblr.com 

The Angel and The Artist. Part One.

Her hair, her eyes, her lips. She ran through the crowds of people in the populated city, she ran through the crowds of people in the populated city in my head. She was my dream.
Her lips, red as blood, her eyes, urgent and dark, intense, her hair, flickering like a flame as the wind caught all through it, amazing.
She ran through my head, swirling around in my endless dream, screaming my name, shouting my name at the top of her lungs, not stopping until she found me.
She swirled around in my endless dream, yet she didn't seem like a dream, she seemed so real, so close, as if I could reach out to her and touch her, whisper her name and hear her reply.
But she would disappear if I opened my eyes, as quickly as a wisp of smoke.
To dream or not to dream?


I woke with a start, as I did every time, when the blissful dream turned into a miserable nightmare, when the whole world disappeared like fog and she was falling, falling to her death. And there was nothing I could do to save her.
I sat up in my bed and looked around my room, covering nearly every wall were pictures of her, whether they were painted or drawn they were of her, I rarely drew anything else.
The pictures made me feel as if she wasn't just a dream, and I liked that. I wanted to feel as if she was real, I never wanted to let her go.
I reluctantly crawled out of bed, tripping over the many pieces of paper that all contained a sketch of the dream. They weren't finished, hence they ended up on the floor. And I tripped over them every day, my face always ended up smashed against hers, so close, but so far away.


After making myself a sad excuse for a coffee I headed towards the shed that was my studio. After closing the door I sat down on the stool and stared the blank, empty canvas in front of me. I thought about trying to draw a better version of what I had drawn so many times. Her, running through my dream, hair blowing in the wind, mouth open wide as she screamed my name endlessly, not stopping until I replied, yet no matter how many times I did reply she would never hear.
This image I drew the most, it had the most significance, it was what most of the dream was made up of, it was the story.
Well, what I knew of the story.


To be continued...

Raining crystals.

The sky was a deep grey despite the time of the day, the clouds hung low in the sky, as if they could float down to the ground at any minute. The rain continued to fall in a light drizzle and crystals of clear water fell down the windows of the moving bus, like tears streaming down someones face.
I got off at the next stop, puddles of water splashed in every direction as I continued to walk through the streets. I opened up my old, broken umbrella and hung it low over my head and shoulders. The light rain made little patting sounds on the fabric of the umbrella, they were surprisingly soothing.
I walked on, splashing through puddles, making my feet soaked. I hesitated at the front of my house, before quickly continuing to walk along the street and towards the quiet and peaceful park.


I sat on the grass in the unoccupied park and watched as the sun fell below the horizon and the sky turned to a pinky-grey. I sat and watched the deserted, dark street that I could just see in the distance.
I sat and waited for the right time.
The pinky-grey sky that once signified dusk fell to a deep, eery black. The night was pitch black and the only thing I could see were the lit up windows of the trains that sped through the blackness. The moon was entirely invisible behind the thick, black clouds, the only reason I knew it was even there in the sky was because of the feint, white glow that came through the clouds from its bright shine.
I stood up, slowly, carefully. I walked over the the spot where I found the ground was muddy and the air smelt moist. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, thinking about all the misery that had brought me to this decision.


I left all my clothes on, I left my shoes on, I left my big, bulky rain-jacket on, I knew they would weigh me down, and i wanted that, right? 
I took one step closer to the deep, brown, muddy pond, I braced myself.
I jumped.
I was instantly swept under the cool, earthy water, it soothed me. I held my breath for awhile before continuing to breath normally, as if I were up on the the surface, up in the world. Water filled my lungs and they screamed out in a burning pain, but I liked the fire. I hung there, limp, in the murky water and drifted of into a deep trance. I let the water sweep me under into a blackness that was blacker than the evil night sky.


I did not resurface.    

Shards of glass.

I starred out of the rusty, dirty, old window, wishing I could be on the other side of it. The luscious, green, forest looked way more comforting and inviting than the dusty, black, lifeless room that I was sitting in now. I sighed, wanting to experience what it was like to be outside. I had never left this house, they had made it forbidden, and I longed go outside for once and breath fresh air. I was contemplating what to do, stay or leave? I kept my place by the window and fixed my eyes on the outside world.

I made my decision just as the sun started to set and the day came towards dusk. They wouldn't like it, and they would come after me, but I couldn't make myself stay in this house forever. I had to be free, and by doing this I would be. I slowly rose to my feet, I was weak, for I was well underfed, but I managed to summon all my energy and stand without collapsing. I stared out the window again, it was taller than me, which was convenient since I didn't really want to crawl through a small window. I took one step so that I would be standing directly in front of the window. I had to do this. The sky was now completely black and the stars were starting to sparkle in the night-like blackness. I drew in a deep breath, summoning all my courage. I finally chased away my fears and lifted my clenched fist towards the glass. 

My fist came towards the glass with incredible speed and force and I felt my hand press against the glass a split second before it all shattered beneath the pressure of my clenched fist. Shards of glass flew all around the room like a swam of wasps. I felt the excruciating pain and I caught a glimpse of my crimson blood that was oozing out of the wound on my hand. I didn't hesitate, I instantly jumped out of the dirty, old house and into the wide, wonderful world. I heard them coming after me. Waving their torches through the night and shouting in a language that I couldn't understand. I ran as fast as I could and didn't look back, I just kept running through the thick, tall grass and hoped that they were nowhere near me. I kept running until I finally reached the end of the forest and I was suddenly running through a long, wide, endless field. I didn't stop running, even though I couldn't hear their voices anymore. I couldn't risk being captured and...possibly killed. I kept running without any sense of direction, I kept running with a happy feeling in my heart.

They saw me running through the field, but they didn't come after me. They just stood there and watched as I ran into the distant night towards my freedom.

Take me away.

The fresh, cool sea-breeze whipped my hair out of my face and made me feel alive, though I knew I wouldn't be for much longer. I stood with my toes buried in the sand and looked out into the blue water. The sun reflected on the sea, making it look like there were a thousand diamonds embedded on its surface. The sun slowly set over the horizon, turning the sky into the pink and orange colour of dusk. I knew I had to leave soon, or I'd be in grave danger, yet, I couldn't make myself motivated enough to leave this calm, relaxing beach. I finally decided to just stay, I knew it would do me no good, but at least I'd die with this beautiful scene fixed in my mind. 


The night came slowly, slower than I expected, as I waited for them to find me. When the sun disappeared and the moon finally showed I started to get worried. I looked around me for any signs that they were coming, but I found nothing. I was suddenly anxious, I wanted to them to take me away, I wanted to be swallowed up by their evil ways. I buried my feet further into the sand and waited for my fate.


I didn't hear footsteps or voices, their torches didn't cast my shadow as they came up behind me, they just suddenly took me in their grasp and pulled me away from the breathtaking beach. I didn't resist, but I didn't walk with them. I let them drag me through the soft sand.


We reached the pitch black cave that was well hidden in the large mountainside. They carelessly threw me into the cave and shut the iron bars. It was a cage, I was trapped here, not that I cared anymore. I sat down in what I thought was the back of the cave. I sat there for ages, hours it seemed, entirely motionless. I huddled my knees to my chest and let the darkness engulf me. Drowning me. Taking me away.


They came for me just after the sun rose, and that was all I remembered.    

Sudden, absolute darkness.

I stared up into the starry night sky and watched as the moon slowly disappeared behind the misty clouds. The stars sparkled like diamonds as I stared and stared, never taking my eyes off the glowing moon. More people gathered around me in the moonlit forest, all of them staring into the sky like I did, watching, waiting. Suspense hung in the air as we all watched the moon travel across the sky. It wouldn't be long now, soon the moon would disappear completely behind the clouds and it would all be over.

Everyone was in the forest then, all of them staring into the sky and waiting for the moon to become invisible.

The moon disappeared completely and no one could find it. The forest was now completely black, the moon was gone. The waiting stopped, but nothing happened. We were all still alive, yet, the world was supposed to end. Everyone including myself looked around in confusion, wondering if anyone knew what was going on, but all of them had the same look of disbelief written on their faces.

We didn't know what was happening, we didn't know what to think, we didn't know what to do. But we did know one thing for sure; something was terribly wrong. 

About this Blog.

This blog is a blog for all the random passages that come into my mind, of which I have a lot. These are random passages, EXTREMELY random, but I hope you enjoy reading them. I will write at least one new passage every week. 


Moloko.