Late Night Thoughts

something more
something less
what’s got to give
to break free of this stress?

a mess is your mind
it creates a mess in mine
whether you love me or not
I cannot tell half the time

you speak in riddles
when you speak at all
you’re hot and then you’re cold
at my heartstrings you claw

looking inward
looking outward
realising I need to let you go
to more forward

I don’t play games
but if I do, I’m playing for keeps
but yours, I have realised, is a game
where I’m destined to weep




Short and Sweet

If I could chase these blues away
One day I’d hope to find
A little garden filled with flowers
Where we would go to hide
From the darkest clouds of our sorrow
And rain pouring from our cheeks
Dancing in our Sunday’s best
With no other place to be.

Captivated and Intertwined

The sun sets to her west,
as I sit to her east,
light illuminating her outline,
hair blowing in the Autumn breeze.

My eyes they undress her,
not to her naked body, but her naked mind,
her soul it captivates me,
our lips beckoning to be intertwined.

And as the sun goes down,
we use touch to navigate our way,
through the valleys and the crevasses,
of each other’s surface as we lay.

Like a desert that’s been sucked dry,
we then dance for rain,
and when it falls gloriously,
we bathe until we go insane.


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

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 26-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)