P S Y C H E D O V E : November 2013

Im more of an image person. I struggle for words. A never ending scroll of inspirational art and fashion makes me loose track of time for hours. A while back i used to write, poetry in India, letters to penpals, but have faded from that expression in the last two years. Then again have where the last two years gone? I moved home to Byron Bay after finishing my studies as i craved the ocean and a nonchalant life of drifting. But it has been two years, last year i did some incredible travelling using Byron as my base but this year i feel like i havent moved, two major travel plans falling through while my constant lust to leave drove an every incresing dislike for Byron into my soul. This is where i struggle for words, i love Byron, it is my home, but it feels like a cage filled with strangers. I feel lonely and surrounded by so many people i dont know.

I recently went to Sydney and am planning in my mind to leave, to persue my career in photography and to enjoy the city life again. My heart is torn, leaving my love, and my love for this place for something i know i need to do, Byron has begun to suffocate me, bore me and im torn. Love does the strangest things to me. Thank you for following my blog so far ive had more views than i thought i ever would. This blog is linked to opengarage but its a personal place for me so i hope you dont mind me spilling my thoughts.