Early Morning Fantasies

I make my home in the most unsuspecting part of the building. The building with so many stairs so I know that my brothers and sisters would never dare venture up. I have been here for years, in the gap beneath the fire place from a time when I wasn't afraid to go because the humans seemed to be blind to our presence. All until one day, one of us didn't cover our tracks and they discovered our being inside their nest. The first I heard of the whole business I fled. I knew they they would be unsuspecting on the upper floors and proceeded to climb for what seemed to be many days. I was separated from everyone I knew: I had chosen exile for the hope of life and I didn't even stop think about the implications of my decision. When I arrived, I spent some time collecting my breath in a room which reminded me of my days outdoors, living in fields and making honest work. Not the criminal act that my family still perform: no wonder we're hated and feared by a large part of the human race. I was sitting there on the ground which bought back memories of when I was young, when one of them came in. It just looked at me, eyes wide with terror and I knew that I was powerless. She ran. Ran away from me whom would never hurt her. I knew that my only chance of the upper floor now was to go into hiding which is when I found the whole under the fireplace. I crawled into the cozy space and waited for my unspoken sentence.
They shut me into the home I made for myself and for a long while, all I had to eat were the occasional dog biscuit dropped into my chimney and the cardboard box which kept me captive but it was to no avail. All there was to do was wait.
I waited a long time but eventually, she found it fit to remove the box which imprisoned me making me free. I had to squint at the light and ran about freely for the rest of the day to celebrate my escape after so long. After everything was silent, I made the return journey down the stairs, and then down again into the basement where the nest was. I smelt only fresh food. No scent of my kind. I scampered around all of the old haunts but found nothing.
I had succeeded. I had kept my own life while all of my family was killed for their crimes. I saw myself for what I was: a coward who would live out the rest of their life alone: without their martyred family because now, I know that if I were to relive my time, I would have stayed and lived out my life as a free mouse.

Cornwall

I came back from Cornwall on Saturday and I truely had an amazing time. Surfed twice a day, every day, jumped off some cliffs and did a lot of sleeping (and waking up in the night because my sister snores like a man). It was so nice to get back on my board again and just be hurtled along by a huge amont of churning energy which you are relying on. Every so often, there would be a lull in the waves and you could just see the people working the waves with such skill that all you wanted to do was just stand there in the water watching them. It almost puts you into a trance as you watch them move across the water. I am in awe of them and one day, I want to be half as good as them: that is my dream.
There was also some amazing sunsets and as the beach we were staying on faced the west, it set over the sea which is one of the most beautiful things that I have experienced. It was truely amazing.

Now that I am back, I am back into the regular swing of things and trying to make the most of the summer days and trying to run away from the idea that summer doesn't last forever.

We didn't really have anything to do during the day on Friday which was the last day we were there so we went to play golf and I did terribly and got into a bit of a mood because of it: I don't like loosing.

This was also taken on the last day. We were walking back up to the house and we had a little game of french cricket which I am also not too good at and resulted in my getting hurt as it usally does. My brother hit my fingers with the bat..

I think it had just stopped raining here and was one of the few bits of sinshine that day and we had gone for a walk to this huge waterfall but as it happened, you had to pay to see it and no one was really bothered so we just walked back to the car.

This is me falling off a cliff. I didn't do it on purpose. I was meant to fling myself out and enter the water flawlessly but I bailed at the last minute and just fell off which was actually quite fun. I did manage to do it properly later which I am very proud of :D

Me surfing far in so that my dad could get a picture :D

Beautiful Sunset over the ocean.

The Writer

You never get to see their faces: only the world that they create but you can tell so much of a person by how they write. Hidden behind an open book where what they write is all people know about the people that they imagine. They aid all the other open minds to dream of another world. They write of the impossible for in their world it is likely. They paint a picture in our minds which we don't even question because we trust them completely; like dreaming someone else's dreams. But it must be hard for those people who are so used to writing the stories of so many, to let people write their own stories as they walk the path of life, making their mistakes as they go.

''Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?''- Ellie Goulding

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Three more days to live through untill I can get back on my board and just spend hours on end on the open ocean without a care in the world. Going for long walks on the sand as the sun sets. The beauty makes everything in the world that bit smaller and makes everything align a little better. Everything seems clearer out there. Forgetting all the small things that you worry about back home which, when you think, don't actually matter at all.

[photo from tumblr:reblogged by eastcoastaussie]