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Thursday 27 September 2012

Tiger's Coming Back!

Her smile. Her smile and her eyes, her hands, her touch, her skin, her lips, her legs, her hair, her laugh, her walk, her excitement, her happiness, her everything, wait, my everything are coming back to me tomorrow for three love-filled days on top of the world once again. I will have my Tiger back and the world will smile when it watches us meet and walk and talk and kiss and hold one another again. Im smiling right now. I can't wait for my Tiger back.

Monday 24 September 2012

September

September was here. The air was cooler and had been blowing strongly for some time now and everything had changed. It felt like after the heady days of the stifling summer heat, going everywhere and doing everything, September had forced us to the surface for air.
It was calm, the breeze was fresh and the month left one with their feet somewhere new. It had left mine firmly on the ground in the family home in the north, a place reserved for dreaming of adventures. But something had changed that September and I wasn't dreaming of adventures anymore, adventures that raced across unknown continents as fast as they traced their way across my ceiling as I would lay in bed, hands behind my head, looking up for inspiration and waiting patiently, had disappeared no mater how patiently I waited. Now I had found my adventure, but when we had surfaced, it had left us alone across the vast expanse of that cold, calm water. I lay in my hollow room with the window wide open, as if to let the old dreams of escape come fluttering in, or maybe to try and tempt my own self out. Whatever it was, my adventure stayed firmly put at an unreachable point.
The air was cooler. It's what you expect in September, but for some reason, I hadn't. It felt like the feeling you get when you gain a few hundred feet in altitude from the stifling valley floor in high summer and find the air much cooler than you might have expected up in the high, lonely expanses; the people too, were much smaller.
Certainly that was how I felt that September. It was the day that I saw the cyclist struggling up the hill on his way back from the station, his calves bulging and his back straining against the weight of himself and his backpack and his bike, all conspiring against him with gravity, that I realised I was now on my own, much like the cyclist.
I say on my own because I wasn't alone, I know that, I had never felt such a connection to another human being before. We were meant for one another. We were like the point when an electric storm sends a bolt crashing to earth and connecting to the ground, or better still, the very point where some force of great energy meets in the sky, sending forth huge sparks and tidal waves of rolling sound. We were hard-wired together, that was for sure, meant to be, but God, we were so far apart. Electricity can jump distances, and if you had ever seen us walking down the street, you would have seen the force we generated, felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and probably whispered to yourself something like, 'jeez, I've never seen something like that before.'
We saw on the peoples' faces and we were smug about it, but we flew too close to the sun and, God, electricity can jump, but we were so far apart.
Each of us was trying to keep afloat in the calm waters of that September sea, something so easy when we were together was so difficult apart. No longer were we pieces of driftwood, not caring where we were going, now, under the he placid waters, we were kicking furiously to where we wanted to go.
     Pentax ME Super. 35mm. 

Thursday 20 September 2012

THE BEGINNING


A swinging door, swaying black gowns and a nervous smile. I can still remember the damp smell of summer seeping through the ancient wood of our College. Exams were over and the delirium of freedom was bittersweet, fresh on our lips like the taste of blood, reminding us that we were still alive. We shook hands, strangers, but I was already getting lost in the warmth of those blue spotlights, cast on me with a questioning intensity. Blue they were, Blue he was.

One year and 3 months later, we are closer than ever – despite the 400 miles that separate us. So here’s to the start of something new – a blog of messages of love to the person we most want to be with when we can’t. I love you Blue. And I hate being this far away from you, but I’m always there really. As close as I can be. Always touching your heart the way you touch mine.

Yours forever, Tiger.