taken once. upon a time ago.
recollecting mazes of old photographs
a rebirth. of being brought to life.
i wrote a bit of this. and a bit of that.
and then i simply deleted.
sometimes it feels like the words get lost
or then maybe,
then just need to be held inside
a moment longer.
but it's wednesday night.
and after a good not so good and back to good
day at work
i came home a bit inspired
did a bit of work
strange, but i like doing that kind of work.
finding new designers. stores.
and one thing always leads to another.
endless at times.
and then i caught myself thinking about him.
the one that is so often in my heart
and on my mind.
its a special place that he holds there
sometimes a lonely place,
but he's simply there.
the heart. the mind.
its often two languages that they speak.
but its the language of the heart
that i understand most.
simply because it feels the most.
i have my fleurs surrounding me,
almost like a meadow blossoming.
poured a late night glass of wine
and put myself to more work.
and i still love my fleurs,
the root of what started and what became
but today also brought new inspirations,
the angel collection is falling into place.
slowly. surely. but with her gentle wings.
i'll drop subtle hints
of these angels amongst
mink and pearls.
and lace with satin flowers.
i almost think its time to say good night.
reflect on the day.
and maybe send myself off to a dream.
i made a wish this morning,
and wrote it down.
and i smiled
as i wrote those words then.
just as i smiled
writing these words now.