Friday, 10 February 2012

daisy is

to want more is natural, but to find it is harder.

you play peter and i'll be wendy and we'll fly away and never grow up. we'll never lose our hearts and find our heads and accept that we do not have more, we have nine-to-five and day-to-day and that is all, that is enough thank you very much. we will be freckled skin and lightning smiles and long hair forever, we will let rain fall on flesh and wind hit our cheeks and we will be more. one day, we will be good.

and then reality hits and we realise that we cannot fly to neverland. shoulder bones jut from thin backs hopefully and we trace feathers onto our translucent skin, but none appear. we are bags of broken glass, splintering behind our skin and far too fragile to fly away, far too afraid to truly leave. years pass and we grow and as our bodies lengthen we think maybe we are no longer right, but i am learning to find beauty in the smallest things and it gives me hope. and when i am so high above the world in a far away tree as the first rain is drawn from the sky's grey flank across the sea, and when the clouds are purple and gold and the storm cuts daggers through the air and through my hair, i find it. i find more. and when you look at me in long grass and everything but my beating heart falls away from my being and it is just you and me, me and you, we are more, and i want it to last forever.

i see the world through a lens because that way, i can make it my own neverland. when i take a picture, it is no longer just a pretty girl in a pretty dress, or the places i played when i was a child, or a piece of technology. it has become a feeling, a moment, a story, a whisper, a tiny breath of life that i can keep forever. i don't just want to show you the world; i want to show you my world, what i see, what i love, what i need to hold on to. i am still young, but i am on the brink of growing up. i refuse to let go of who i am now, so before my life becomes a muddled web of lines and smeared ink i want to make something beautiful, i want to make something more. i hope you see that in my art.

so search for more. find more, but don't just make it yours.

find more, and make it you.

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