yellow socks.

I have a lot of things in my mind, some are thoughts, some are feelings, some quotes, some stories, some people, some conversations, maybe just a few words, risks, questions, dreams, but some are just things. Like my bedroom, theres little things shoved in the corners or stuck behind my bed, little things that I don't have a place for, but just can't get rid of or maybe too lazy to do anything with. There's still a reason I don't just chuck them out. Sometimes I look around for a bin in my mind, but realise theres a reason we can't throw out memories, mistakes or just 'little things' because they are all part of the forever unfinished jigsaw puzzle called experience.  

It’s that kind of thing that is warmer than the beaming sun shining on your shoulders, plays louder than the words of the music passing by your empty thoughts, it’s more calming than  the little breeze of air tangling the salty spirals in your hair. A deeper feeling than when you fall off the jetty and float down and brush your feet on the sand and yet it passes quicker than dropping a pebble in the sea. No one see’s it, no one speaks of it but we all feel it when it's there. It’s called happiness. My torturously talented nuisance of an amazing brother took this gorgeous photo today at Gabo Island! Please check out his work >>>>>  http://instagram.com/lrprojects/?modal=true