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BEND IN THE WIND Upon the road well travelled. Upon the gravelled lane, the tree bent in the wind as our childish selves form once again. We are dared a forward movement, we are denied an easy ride, for the trials, trips and tribulations arise just like the tide. WAIT in silence, walk in dreams for your time will come, a knockin, a callin, singin' like the bend of tree.  

BEND IN THE WIND

Upon the road well travelled. Upon the gravelled lane, the tree bent in the wind as our childish selves form once again. We are dared a forward movement, we are denied an easy ride, for the trials, trips and tribulations arise just like the tide. WAIT in silence, walk in dreams for your time will come, a knockin, a callin, singin' like the bend of tree.  

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WEEKEND BY THE SEA A weekend trip away. We camped upon the body of the earth, in the shadows of the moon, and basked in the rays of the sun. With glowing, sun-burnt cheeks and smiles wider than our bacon, lettuce, egg, bbq concocted breakfast we were oblivious to the ever ticking clock, watching as our worries were swallowed by the ocean. 

WEEKEND BY THE SEA

A weekend trip away. We camped upon the body of the earth, in the shadows of the moon, and basked in the rays of the sun. With glowing, sun-burnt cheeks and smiles wider than our bacon, lettuce, egg, bbq concocted breakfast we were oblivious to the ever ticking clock, watching as our worries were swallowed by the ocean. 

JIVE Festivals stretched ahead, there were lights, colours, people.  We were singing, dancing, glowing with feeling.  Like a waterfall of happiness we were swept in, walls fell down, barriers oh so carefully constructed fall away as we felt elation, the beat vibrating inside our chest.   A thousand hearts pound to the same rhythm and tears, sweat, sadness they just evaporate with your hydration. 

JIVE

Festivals stretched ahead, there were lights, colours, people. 
We were singing, dancing, glowing with feeling. 
Like a waterfall of happiness we were swept in, walls fell down, barriers oh so carefully constructed fall away as we felt elation, the beat vibrating inside our chest.  
A thousand hearts pound to the same rhythm and tears, sweat, sadness they just evaporate with your hydration. 

BODIES OF WATER Pain, sucking you in, tendrils of uncertainty entangle themselves around your veins, across your brains and sometimes through your fragile heart. Tears form in the corners of glistening eyes but then collect, pools in your perspective, stagnant and rotting. Looking to the sky you attempt to hold your pain within the boundaries of your eyelids. Stagnant water will never bleed into mascara, but mosquitos breed there. Release your tears, and from you a waterfall of new beginnings may grow. 

BODIES OF WATER

Pain, sucking you in, tendrils of uncertainty entangle themselves around your veins, across your brains and sometimes through your fragile heart. Tears form in the corners of glistening eyes but then collect, pools in your perspective, stagnant and rotting. Looking to the sky you attempt to hold your pain within the boundaries of your eyelids. Stagnant water will never bleed into mascara, but mosquitos breed there. Release your tears, and from you a waterfall of new beginnings may grow. 

 

THIS SEASON
We're turning tables.

 We're re-defining labels.

We are free from expectations. 

We're not waiting to be told who to be.

 
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