Like pen across paper
A line of attempted erasure
I lay distance between us
For the desired consequence
Maybe you can read it
Maybe you can’t
But I’m all for forgetting
These matters of the heart

And I wish you could understand
I wish I needn’t explain it
You are not what I now distaste
But all of which you still remind me of
A time of such significance and beauty
Which now lay in rubble, lost

Tell me…
How could we possibly move forward
Without holding onto the past?
How could we be anything else
As though this past has been forgot?

Bittersweet and pungent
On my mind, on my lips


Breaking the addiction

There’s a place I used to go. Where I’d spend hour after hour, day after day, stuck in a melancholic trance. Triggered by the smallest of reminder, a state of nostalgia, of confusion, of hurt and resentment. Crazily, I had convinced myself I liked it there. But I refuse to go there anymore. I refuse to visit the past that was once my entire world, and decided it no longer had a place for me. I refuse to let it continue to torment me, to occupy so much space in my mind and hurt in my heart, to keep me being a person I don’t want to be. Letting go and moving on is never easy, but I knew it would happen eventually, and now, well now I am finally free.

Broken and Torn

Broken and torn she lay

Staring into the depths of the night

Flickering through images in her mind

Waiting for consciousness to deteriorate


Why is it all she holds dear falls to pieces

Everything believed true a fallacy

Her indomitable spirit broken

Losing her way in the darkness


Counting through the chapters

Marking each stage in her life

Wondering how it is she’s managed

To get through all the strife


How is it that a character of such virtue

Fell naively into the impressionable

Blinded by the persuasion of desire

A tear in the seem now ripping at her heart

Full of Void

Last night my dreams were empty

The void had stretched across both realms

The place where I had so often sought solitude

Now dismantled like my heart


Through the wreckage I delve

To salvage even the smallest glimpse of hope

Anything to pull me out from this mire

Back up the treacherous slope


I won’t be so impetuous in future

To grasp the hand offering experience

But be weary of motives underlying

For they may yield inconceivable consequences


Trust of my instincts I must regain

For not doing so has lead me astray

Everything in life comes at a cost

It’s up to you to determine what price you’re willing to pay

Lost, In You

I wonder where you go when you check out.
Where it is your thoughts roam when your mind seems vacant,
and your eyes they stare, lost in the depths of this ever thinning air we breathe.

And for whatever reason you could not be here, I forgive you.
But please don’t wake me, when I choose to stay,
lost forever, in your eyes.

Unveiling Your Truth

Her mind, displaced.
Carried away effortlessly in a sensory haze.
Your disgrace my dear,
it leaves me with such distaste,
an unworthiness of the affection I once held for you.

But it’s not your fault,
you don’t understand the things you do.
Building bridges,
just to watch them burn through.
Beautifully broken,
in a world where we hide,
the unspoken truth.

Cycle of Destruction

A desperate plea from a man that had nothing left to lose.
Why was she so quick to fall back into the cycle of destruction?
Cunning were his ways, manipulating her every move.
A woman just wanting to be loved, but not by the man she’d have normally choose.
She knew all too well of his manipulative ways,
yet let her guard slip and now the roles continue to play.
Good day, bad day, good day, bad day,
it’s always the same.
Good day, bad day, good day, bad day,
always she is the one to blame.
Seeking advice but never taking,
she wonders why it’s hell in the making.
Deep down she knows the right path she ought to be taking,
but always finds herself contemplating.
Taking advantage of their situation,
keeping her alone, in isolation,
his ability to control every angle of their lives in frustration.

What Am I Doing Here? Well, let me tell you!

Hello and welcome! I am a 25-year-old Intensive Care Nurse and photography enthusiast from Australia, with a passion for travel and adventuring through the natural wilderness and historical concrete jungles. Appreciative of all things creative and wishing to inspire others, I have created this site as a platform to share my photos, stories of travels, and other creative writings and artistic pursuits of mine. I welcome my friends, family, and you, on a journey with me as I frolic adventurously, exploring and immersing myself in the beauty of the world!

Before you go, I leave you with a simple yet powerful favourite quote of mine… ( and yes I may have this exact quote tattooed somewhere upon my skin 😉 )
“To live will be an awfully big adventure” – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

(Pastel Sunset Sky – Otago Peninsula, New Zealand – 2015)