Wax Tears
August 19, 2009
Everything is slow this morning, making me wait. Even the keys of the keyboard can’t keep up with my fingers. I want them to go faster, tick tock, like the clock. Honey on my fingertips from little bear’s porridge makes them stick, all covered in dust.
Sleep in the corner of my eyes forms wax tears as I struggle to light the lamp inside. I should be drawing, or writing, I know this, but time slips away like magic beans through my fingertips. Tomorrow she says. Late, Late, for a very important date.
The Circus Master told me when we answer this question we must leave Neverland. Curiousity killed the Cheshire Cat. What do you want to be when you grow up? Don’t answer it, don’t grow up. Throw that pocket-watch in the lake.
I love this. <3
This sounds pretty.
It flows like writing should.
You’ve won that acheivement. <3
I couldn’t answer that even if I wanted to. I don’t know if that’s good or bad… but I’ll happily stay forever in Neverland :)
This is so lovely. It makes you think. ♥
I love your perception of the world! Your take on life is so fanciful. I wish I could interpret things like that, but my mind is, unfortunately, far too technical. :9
I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what kind of camera do you have? The photos you post here are absolutely stunning.
This photo was taken with a Nikon D90 and a 18-200mm zoom lens. Its a rather lovely camera.
Thank you!
I will never answer that question … and the pocket-watch was thrown in the lake a long time ago!! :)
Good for you :)
So very whimsical~ I love it :)
So slow and lovely!
Wow. Bravo!
oh this post is so inspiring and beautiful dear ♥
beautiful words and beautiful imagery ♥
I certainally shall never answer that question, the thought of it makes me quite sick in fact. I plan to run away to the woods if they try to make me.
A very good plan. I wish I still lived in the woods.
That is amazingly beautiful! It actually applies to my life now, since school has just begun and I’m in difficult classes.
I especially love your combination of the various tales.
It is always a good idea to throw the pocket watch in the lake. And time does slip like magic beans as well. I wish I could stretch time out to create more. xx
Lovely. I think this is how I feel most days.
I love reading your musings <3
Hey, Skye, I tagged you with an award, but it’s for your old blog, The Princess Portal. I hope you don’t mind :)
*dreams away*
this is beautiful, inspiring and dreamy. such lovely writing.
your blog is so amazing. i am in love with it.♥
xx
I can’t wait for the day your writings will turn into a book, and I’ll go to a book store and see it as one of nytimes best sellers and say to myself, Karin you were right.
i’m so happy that i have discovered your blog. i find little sparkles of magic all around it, i will read it from now on, and have a look in your archive :) it’s so inspiring. your words are beautiful, here. i especially like the last part… of throwing the watch into the lake. the photograph of the candles reminds me of the smell of natural wax… it’s so fascinating! much love from Portugal <3
When I grow up, I sorta kinda want to be a vampire. ^,-,^
I just now stumbled upon your blog and your writing is so beautiful. I’m going to go get cozy in my room with a book right now and think about just exactly what I want to be when I grow up.
Everyone around me is trying to force me to answer that question. I don’t want to, because I don’t know. Even if I get punished, I won’t answer.