Lolita B, Queensland
♥️💤 when he wakes up 🔹 he’s no longer 🔹 dreaming about her 🔹 now he’s just 🔹 thinking about her 🔹 and when he’s not 🔹 thinking about her 🔹 he finds himself 🔹 in fantasy land 🔹 and when he’s no longer 🔹 day dreaming about her 🔹 he starts to obsess 🔹 and when he’s not obsessing 🔹 he’s deep asleep 🔹 calmly back again 🔹 dreaming about her 💤♥️
Miami Beach, Queensland
A drop may travel slowly from one end to the next. Still. It will never be a stranger to the ocean.
♓️ ♉️
Once upon a time, there was an olive coloured fish who fell in love with an olive coloured bull. Bull loved him too, but she wasn’t ready to take the plunge.
For one, she lived in a small, sunny grassland; far, far away from his waters.
And for two, Bull not that long ago had dived head-first in a shallow pond and hurt herself.
Despite the distance, and a heart 💔 healing, they created happy bubbles for each other. Fish promised Bull that as a caterpillar turns into a beautiful butterfly, her heart would soon flutter free too 🦋🎈
Bull was a dancer. She moved with the grace of a shooting star
She also sang. Her voice tasted like caramel cake. She was the envy of every bird.
Fish was still at school. He learned about stories. He read poems he’d read to Bull. He wrote love letters so overt Bull was convinced Fish had never come across the word SUBTLE.
Fish and Bull shared everything together. They shared everything that was exciting in their day and everything that wasn’t exciting in their day. This was always exciting.
Fish found himself swimming in a lake of happiness each time he made Bull laugh. He found himself swimming a lot.
Bull occasionally pawed the ground. Fish could get annoying sometimes. Like, he’d repeat the same thing. Over and over. Literally, the same thing. He’d repeat jokes. Over and over. Fish would repeat himself so much that—•
But she also loved to tease him. Especially when she felt he was out of water. This would usually happen when they talked about feelings…
They didn’t live together but it didn’t make their story less real. They didn’t just love each other because of all their happy qualities; they loved each other in spite of all their unhappy qualities.
They found joy in each other’s arms. The End.
autumn trees 🍂 Victoria
“oh bewitching nightingale, i’m ready to commit!” the grounded oak tree confessed
but the free bird took flight chirping “i need time to ponder with whom i shall lay nest”
Lolita B
He had curly hair and curled words to make strangers laugh and sometimes the strangers felt good and sometimes they didn’t but he never gave up and even though he had the recipe to happiness he wasn’t the best chef then one day the universe sprinkled a winking star over his sometimes rock-strong sometimes rock-tender heart and it took him one gaze to know
She was a queen. He learned she was formed on a planet called earth and her magnetic eyes had the power to hypnotise the moon and brew tides and it took him one gaze to discover that tidal waves shift the heaviest of anchors and that night before the sun clocked in for a new shift he was tamed under the lullaby of her splendid spell
And her eyes. They were like a star’s song and her smile was like a star’s dance and in one gaze his heart surrendered its pilot and he fell short of words and short of breath and he just fell
The moment the two of them locked souls was as beautiful as a natural disaster. His heart and her heart sang a beat so dulcet that volcanos erupted and lava cascaded over rocks and the rocks melted and his heart which was sometimes like a rock thawed
The queen. She liked that he had curly hair and curled words to make her laugh and sometimes she felt good and sometimes she didn’t and she also liked that he never gave up trying to make aliens laugh too and with that one gaze before the sun clocked in for a new shift it dawned on her that even though she had different ingredients her recipe to happiness was the same as his
Osamah Sami أسامه سامي 