Have a suitcase heart; be ready to travel. My ribs move out, my chest expands. This is the tide of my breath. Waves crashing up the beach and sweeping back. The rattle of pebbles in the current. This is the tide of my death. Stranded in that bed, I dream of beaches. When beeping machines drown everything out. I meditate on sand and summer and you. And just as the tide is moved by the moon.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. My Month in Pictures- August. Under My Month in Pictures. New photos with my new tripod Remote. Photos included getting covered in mud and running away from unexpected rain, and covering myself in fairy lights. Weather was so unpredictable that as soon as I set up my tripod it began to rain, was good fun though! My month in Pictures- July. Under My Month in Pictures.