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.

Tuesday


On his wanderings he could not help his mind dissecting everything they had been.
He should have known.
There were times he wondered who she dressed for?
She would take such care to make herself beautiful, 
yet she never cared what he thought.

3 comments:

jaboopee said...

oh dear! trouble at mill.......

Martin H. said...

There's nothing like a long walk, for changing one's perspective.

UK said...

Brilliant stuff, man! What you have to say is really important and Im glad you took the time to share it. What you said really spoke to me and I hope that I can learn more about this. Thanks for sharing your opinion. I am yet to find anything as enlightening as this on the web.