As well as being a place to indulge my love of Hipstamatic and iPhone photos, this is a blog of images and words. Of little vignettes and quiet corners from a place in my head, a place I call The Moth House. Of significant, and also small, happenings there, the wanderings and musings and sad reveries of it's occupants, The Parted Lovers.

Friday



Increasingly he felt adrift.
In fact, at times positively lost.
Even work no longer held his fascination,
consumed as he was by dark thoughts of where she may have gone.

2 comments:

Kerry O'Gorman said...

These lines are so intriguing...they warrant a painting, a poem, a short film, a novel! thanks for stopping by my blog...I so enjoy both of yours...cheers...Kerry

lauren carney said...

oh fancy indeed!
what a delightful post!
splendid! x