Isn't it interesting how certain things have a bond with something entirely unrelated, but relevant to you? Such as a song reminding you of a place, a meal reminding you of a person, a smell reminding you of a book you've read; because at that time that smell was present with you whilst reading that book, so when both of those things are in that contemporary moment, you subconsciously bind each of them together to create a connection in your mind which could be of any emotion, e.g. woe or contentment, based on the situation or location, that later on becomes a sweet reminder, or a sad memory. For me, the feeling of warmth, laughter and love, are just some of the reminders that are attached, that will always come back to the thoughts of you.

• Arabesque No. 1
• Clair de Lune (from 'Suite Bergamasque')
• La fille aux cheveux de lin
• Pour invoquer Pan, dieu du vent d'ete (from 'Six Epigraphes Antiques')
• Yume

i've noticed a tendency in myself to put everything in proper position, no out-of-places. slightest little things can easily irritate me and i feel the need to fix it straight away, otherwise it will unhealthily recur in my mind.

• moved plants outside whilst it rained
• cleaned and rearranged room
• reading
• x3 warm green tea
• incense
• drowning in my own sorrows
• sleeping

• Half of the time, I’m half-asleep and lost in reverie.
• I long to be somewhere other than here where I can breathe, wander, feel at ease and lose track of the days.
• These emotions are consuming my entire soul.
• I keep my thoughts of you tucked, parceled and veiled away.

• burnt letters
• certainty
• dream recorder
• healing
• invisibility cloak
• the truth
• time machine

• absurdity,
• accents,
• falling asleep to the sound of rain,
• far away places,
• late nights,
• libraries,
• literature,
• morning light,
• philosophy,
• reading,
• receiving letters,
• simplicity,
• smiles from strangers,
• staying in your pajamas all day,
• taking baths,
• beautiful souls,
• train journeys,
• waking up to a thunderstorm,
• warm tea,
• writing,
• the city.

valley of flowers, delicately pressed flowers, dried lavender, inglenook, clawfoot bath.

I've deluded myself into thinking I am not as stressed as I have been lately. I went outside to try and ripen back in touch with nature again and gardened a little, planted some new flower seedlings, and watered the rest of my plants. I haven't forsaken them, I've 'just' lost my connection, which is sad as they are like my children. But, I'm happening to find the roots back to where I've learned to ground myself in the soils and release whatever stress I have, for whatever 'unknown' reasons.

• as timid as a mouse
• introverted
  • very tired and weary after social situations
• solipsistic tendencies
• sometimes I really would just like to stay hidden away
  • to linger away from reality
• i am mostly 'inspired' by things that encompass a strong sense of aesthetic and I generally don't care what kind
• i usually faint when I have hot showers
• i generally deeply dislike most people
• i tend to analyse people to the extent that I can usually tell whether it's worth me getting to know them or not

Swirling shades of blue, slow dancing in your eyes.