A difficult scramble up an impossible mountain, to reach an imaginary peak.

You can never  know whats awaits you at the top, yet I can’t stop climbing.

With bleeding feet and a heart of stone.

It may be a mistake and I may be venturing in the wrong direction towards the wrong peak,  but I won’t know until I get there.

Now all I ask is the freedom to try.

Stairway of empty dreams.

Concrete collapsing cat.

The house of the tree imp.

Forever watching dogs.

Blossom on bottoms.

A holy hole.

Devour in private.

Open.

Melody makers.

The way of whispered secrets.

A storm, a brewing.

Kowhai kid.

Doorway naps and a waiter for pats.

Much love to everyone.

If only this life was easy but  then the rewards wouldn’t be as pleasing.

xx