Life in Vilnius, Lithuania

I put some change into his case and he asked me where I'm from.
"I'm from Australia."
"Where?" he asked.
"Australia."
"Oh! I love it!" he said, and then began to play 'Waltzing Matilda.'
I sang along and danced in the street.
And it was a good time.

the light i found near kelsterbach

 help my bones

 

 = it might be over soon =

 

 and i lift my eyes to where my help comes from

my favorite alone experience. 

 

 

    the light i found near kelsterbach.

adoption.

 

= turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands =

hello amsterdam

Music while you read: Elegy by Leif Vollebekk

= i'll be looking through your eyes =

can you see us?

14 is just another number now.

look at the birds of the air...

there was so much going on.

i found the flowers in the rubbish bin. 

only black outline,
colour me in sweet dreamer.

rugged sky,

cherry pie,

you laying by my side.

there is no end in you and i...

i am turned again to clay.

x marks the spot

 

the days have no numbers.

texture.

heaven is watching.

#boniverandpineapplejuice

#abouttoday...

"after a good 2 and a half hrs on the bike, i rode back at night and the streets were lit up and alive and the cool breeze was flowing through my hair and i felt safe while i was moving and i thought "if you keep moving you won't get hurt". i had reached the hostel but didnt want the bike ride to end, so i went up and down the highway by the beach. Singing Bon Iver to myself along the open road, the street light flickered above me and i looked up and breathed in and it was just a perfect moment. I love the beach at night.

That night back at the hostel, i met Wayne, a friendly englishmen who had seen me walking on the beach earlier that day. He said he knew it was me because of the flowers in my hair. we talked for a couple of hours while i cleared out the pineapple juice that had spilt through my bag on the bike ride... He thought it was strange to see a 'westerner' wearing a face mask. i said "you know you're not that different right? i mean- you know we're all just people? besides everyone's doing it; im just keeping up with the fashion..." he laughed. 
"So what are you doing here; you had a love that ended in heartbreak or you buried someone under your floorboards?" 
"are they my only options>?" i replied.
"basically" he said
"well, i choose 'C'- all of the above" we both laughed.
"yes, i believe thats the way it usually happens." he remarked.

ive been in Vietnam for a week now and have written 76 pages of A4 notes. Wayne laughed at me for writing and said maybe i think too much and i said maybe everyone thinks too much, its just the quility of thought that varries...i guess sometimes you've just got to get out whats inside. Its seems that as soon as the thoughts touch the paper more and more and more flood me... #drowninginthought. This trip is, i think, the most selfish act i've followed through with but im deturmined to turn it into something better than that..."

#words

#abouttoday...

all the words i have written about Ha Long Bay do not justify it's breathtaking beauty... after my first night onboard the ship, early in the morning i was noticing everything, seeing everything and i wrote this:

all ships sailing
and there is now no difference 
between the shore and the sky
all is white
floating
wanting to stay
to wait
when there is time 
to wait
to stay
to hope
but hope is not hope when having
no, hope is grafted into longing
eyes closed now
white light, brilliant, dances around me
i want to pull it in
and keep it inside me
for when the fragile me
is eroded in parts again;
this bright light, brilliant
will shine through the gaps
the holes, the spaces, the pain
and when there is nothing else
this white light, brilliant, shall remain — at Ha Long Bay.