Happy Birthday Bowie

From the London video archives...

Twenty Three

Written on this day, exactly a year ago...

23

Travel the world

Eat too much gelato

Spend your last euros on wine

Watch the sunset everyday

Don't have enough money for the bus

Walk everywhere

Get lost, get found, get going

Even if you like it too much

Sit up front

Cancel flights

Fall in love

Say too much

Laugh and cry and laugh again

Run down the street

Go down the slide

Look up often

Take the ride

Buy the whole box

Eat it all at once

Listen to the same song

It's okay to be wrong

Don't be afraid to ask questions

Keep your eye on the horizon

Stay awake

Chase a dream

Tell your family you love them

Play in the rain

Make stupid faces

Be happy for others

Find undiscovered places

It's okay 

Think about it 

Remember

It's all inside of you

To be continued...

xx

Ride or Die

Natural born killers, you and I

We make our escape from New York City to the Wild West with the top down

Reckless with love, guns and wanderlust

Follow the old maps and our inner compass

Stop along the way, make a mess, out of breath, undressed

Carnal wreckage on the side of Route 66
With you by my side
Its ride or die 

Awake

Go to sleep, wake up. Everyday is Christmas, heart beating in your chest. City lights right outside, just a few steps away. Can feel it in the air all around you, just reach out and take it. There´s no guarantees or promises but when the fire started in your heart you had no option but to obey. Feeling a life unfold on an island across the sea, can´t tell if its just a dream or memory. All the doors opening waiting for you to walk in...

Photos by me & Hiven

London & Wivenhoe, UK

Stop and wonder

I wonder who I’d be, who’d you be if we were stripped of societal embedments. Over stimulated, over medicated, under educated about all the right things. They steal your soul and sell it back to you as art. When everyday should be living breathing art. Humans have the magical capability to make each day count, each day special, different, learn, try again but instead were blinded and misguided. Malnourished from birth, were fed the wrong things. We worry about money, control, status, power and when you die what does it matter. Our brains are so vast to explore but they’ve got us mesmerized with paper, shiny things, being “accomplished”, happy meals and facebook. You think your free but you dont even realize youve already inlisted as an internet zombie.

Wake up wake up wake up.

Go outside

get lost

lose yourself

do things that make you afraid

This isn’t a case of Us. vs Them

It’s Us. vs. Ourselves

Realizing these things and being the change

Just a Figment of Your Imagination

Anxiety strikes like midnight, I hate that dark cloud that visits every night like the ghost you can’t sage away. The familiar feeling of your heart being held hostage in your chest, you’d pay anything to have it back. The world sleeps as I toss through the witching hours. These shadow creatures come out to play house in my mind, coloring my memories black until I finally closes my eyes and let them slip away.

Bad Reputation

City girls dream big. Were a vicarious bunch hell bent on world domination. And how can you blame us, being natives to the center of the universe can leave you buzzed on the eternal hum of the city that never sleeps. This place is a constant mediation on glamour and grit, the illusions that lure us like moths to the flame. We’ve walked these streets an endless mile of memories in my mind and they continue to unfold as the years pass by. This is a new year with new adventures in New York City. With my best friend at my side, we’ve got an arsenal of attitude and exciting changes coming up.

19 years and angry

Was left the mess, the remanence of someone who could’ve been everything. But the cloud contuses, continues to dilute and I wish I could’ve said I knew you. What’s here and gone, or maybe never was is a smoldering illusion, delusion of another life I could’ve had. So instead I’ll close my eyes and let it fade away into a world where you never existed.

Fingers on a Map

Train stations, bus terminals, airports.

These places get my blood flowing, I feel at any moment my legs could take off and I’d be running away from it all.

Who knows where’d I go, or what I’d see but everything would be right in front of me.

Spin the globe like we did back in school and throw your finger at the map.

An entire world can be dreamed when landscapes fall and rise before you.

Inbetween Hours

Its these times between hours when I’m most uncomfortable with myself I find inspiration, when I’m crawling out of my skin. I look at the trees, the stars, your hand, the floor to escape the hurricane in my mind. These inbetween hours wreck havoc and tear the books from the shelves. Life is soft and hard, romantic and cruel and you mourn every moment unfulfilled. Your flash backing and forward, you could cry but you tell yourself to go to sleep but then the list falls on you again when you awake, and you forget your secret thoughts between yourself until that next morning comes. Those hours hurt, your chest tight, your teeth clenched. Your dose on life is too strong, too beautiful and fractured. Nothing is real because nothing is real, we are the sun, on fire feeling the world revolve around us.