Wednesday 26 September 2007

I feel them hitting me, over and over, always a new place to strike where I am unguarded. I am completely surrounded. There is nothing to do but put up my collar and pull the umbrella closer to my head.

I wrap my coat with intent and face the blugeoning wind and bombs of water, and start to make my way through the labyrinth of streets that surround London. But it seems that all the other habitants who have adopted this city as their home have also decided to cut out the crowds, and have, in turn brought them here too. There is nowhere to hide or anywhere to escape. Doorways are filled, sheltering bankers and vagabonds alike. For once, everyone is equal. The weather takes all.

As I stride forwards down the longer crowded road, there is an almost choreographed feel to the London bustle. People all dancing the same routine around the puddles, bobbing thier umbrella's over the beggars head as they pass systematically.

It's 5pm.
hometime.

Monday 10 September 2007

The Tin-Man, who always has a heart

The table is approached by the waiter and the remains, or lack of, from our course is removed. I look over to my dining companion and find myself falling into the eyes I've been lost in before. So many times, yet each time a more over whelming feeling. Each more intense than the previous and just as exciting and new.

The candle light shining onto his skin, me noticing once more the curve of his brow, the depth of his smile. The rush of that first kiss outside my old theatre. The memory of the way he smelled as we waited, long after closing for our taxis. The feeling of longing to prolong our separation when they had arrived. The anticipation in his voice as he called me back and the warmth of his breath, out there in the cold, as we kissed for the first time.

The way we wake in each others arms. The way he smiles in his sleep, like a young innocent boy without a care in the world. The way he looks at me secretly when in public, and scrunches up his nose to signal that all is ok. The way I'm willing to devote my life in every way possible. To be by his side, through hardships and triumph. To love, hold, listen and learn from. To be ever faithful and share my world with, like no person before and nobody after. There will never be an after.

My life is this man. This man is my life.

Friday 7 September 2007