The storm front

I'm standing on the edge of the storm,
I'm coming to an end,
The end of a life I thought I once knew.
And as I step off the cliff,
All I know is that I'm falling, and I'm failing.
That sinking feeling is consuming my bones,
And I'm drowning.
Sinking lower and lower,
Beneath the black, heavy waves,
As my so called life flashes before my eyes.
Wash away my tears, wash away my fears,
Thats all I ask of you...


Wrote that down in my phone when I was driving home, not sure why.

LIFE IN BLACK AND WHITE.

PHOTOGRAPHY WITH MEANING, SHOT BY ME, PHOTOGRAPHED THROUGHOUT THE UK.

Aint nothing but ;



Discipline in the dark ;



It's a long road from here ;



Life's but a walking shadow ;



Sitting, starring, alone, out the window of nothing ;



The worlds darkest hours always seem to happen during the day ;



Forever alone, but never giving up hope ;



Even when I'm in the dark, I'm still smiling, It's all I can do ;



The seat over there is empty, but I still chose to sit next to you ;



Destined for nothing and no-one ;



Never felt so small ;



Without you, I'm nothing ;



I'll never let go ;



Even when the worlds black, I'll still be able to see you

Welcome home sunshine

As flight QF32 from Singapore touched down into Sydney airport after being in the air for 6.5 hours, I felt a sigh of relief surprisingly.. I never expect to actually come home after a trip, purely because the paranoia of having a plane crash runs through my mind constanly, I even get to the point where I plan ahead, plan what my friends and family will do, plan what will happen to all my belongings after I've passed... It's a sick, sick feeling that I wish would go away, but I highly doubt this feeling that takes over my body every time I go away, will ever dissappear. I didn't wanna write about it while I was away, because it would make me not stop thinking about it until I'd feel physically sick. Even going on domestic flights, I won't feel as sick, but my heart will still race from takeoff till landing. I've realised, turbluance is one of my worst known enemies, my heart never goes so fast and my stomach never feels so sick when the plane experiences turbulance.
On a final note, all I can say is, I'm glad to be back in Sydney, safe and having that feeling out of my entire body, until the next time I jet off somewhere...

Everything is coming to an end

Emo blog, I wish I was in London, but I'm not. It's honestly so depressing how fast my trip has gone. I remember the day I woke up on the 22nd of july, the happiest I've been in ages, because I was getting out of Sydney, away from everyone and everything. Now it's basically over. I have one day of freedom until I fly back to the place I've always called home, but being in england, I've never felt so much at home in my entire life. The first day I got there, it was like I'd lived there for years, I just knew exactly where I was going around the stations and what exact trains and buses to catch without asking anyone, I didn't get lost once, I just felt right at home and it was strange. I've met some life long friends over there, England is filled with so many wonderful people, everyones so helpful and kind wheather or not they know you or have just met you. I think I've lost a friend too but I hope to change that (I don't know what I've done to deserve it...). I love the fact that you can sit on a plane for how many ever hours, and when you step off, you're in a completely different world. The smell is different, the buildings, people, scenary, the way people talk, act and dress, their lifestyles, it's just amazing.
I've been to my fair share of countries in my life, and I've been to 5 in one month, Thailand, England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Singapore (current location) and England was by far the best. Thailand was... not good, Ireland was beautiful and green, Scotland was almost like England, Wales was decent and Singapore is extremely clean and pretty, but England was just perfect and I can't begin to explain all the amazing things about that city. I would walk down Oxford Circus and I'd feel like I was right at home, although I was 12,000 miles from my real one.
As soon as I get home, I'm going to start planning my next trip there and hopefully aiming for May 10, I honestly can't bare to stay away, watching the plane take off from Heathrow Airport was like having a knife shoved through my stomach. It hurt, alot.
I'll post photos when I arrive back in Sydney, I have so much to show.