Flowers in the City
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Finger ShapesAs with most things, this beginning, starts at the end.Finger Shapes
When children die, When love dies, When flowers die, birds die, fictional characters die. And we find that in our grief there are things that under normal circumstances perhaps we would not have seen before.
Like the gentle words of a stranger, or the loving hands of someone you thought you knew but that really you took for granted.
You can taste salt, sugar, spice, crisp new tangy flavours. You open doors which lead to rooms which lead to windows which leads to escape Into new
by ~Supagloo
There Are FlowersThere are flowers in these fields, where shadow hands caress the silence of a thousand broken promises and words long put to rest.There Are Flowers
There are words in this bedroom, sticking to skin, clinging to fingers, sucking from soil, leaving cracks in the earth and a dead garden.
There are lovers in this garden, more like a war zone. Trenches. Bombs. The sky fire red and the ground strewn with madness.
And yet amongst it all
There are flowers.
by ~Supagloo
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- Current Residence: Perth
- Interests: Music, Photography, Flowers and Art
- Favourite movie: Howl's Moving Castle
- Favourite band or musician: Crowded House!
- Favourite genre of music: Classical =D
- Favourite artist: Shaun Tan
- Favourite poet or writer: Jonathan Safran Foer
- Favourite photographer: Nick Brandt
- Favourite style of art: Water colour paintings
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Anything retro or floral.. heh.
- Favourite game: Balderdash
- Favourite cartoon character: Anastasia
- Tools of the Trade: Just depends on what's available
- Email: supagloo@gmail.com
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