As the city lights glimmer a mosaic of stars scatter across the dark sky, rain hits the pavements whilst people take cover under umbrellas and soggy newspapers. The very skyline that once ...
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City lights, coffee and chandeliers
As the city lights glimmer a mosaic of stars scatter across the dark sky, rain hits the pavements whilst people take cover under umbrellas and soggy newspapers. The very skyline that once attracted me to this city now traps me. The clock strikes 3am, I sip the coffee glued firmly in my cold hands.
In the next few weeks I will be moving – away from my current status of hotel hopping and relying on a friends offer – to my own studio apartment. Which means one thing; a place to fill with inspiration.
Toni-Yvonne
Passing by
Dark shadows creep across the walls as an echoing silence thunders loudly, the windows are open and the silk drapes are caught in a gentle breeze, the clouds are grey, rain drizzles down the window pane.
When the sun starts to rise I pull the covers above me, sleeping through the early hours of the day, I awake in the afternoon. Picking crumple d silk pants out of the small suitcase, I slip heels on, with a big hat and red lips I leave my new home for the night.
Finding myself at Starbucks, people pass me. In every country Starbucks is the same, my latest obsession their Iced Dolce Latte with espresso cream, people run to find cover.
The person I am now will soon be who I was, like the ticking seconds I pass myself by. Wanderlusting thoughts flood my mind.
Toni-Yvonne
The Suite Life
Below the city streets rumble as traffic and people push their way through the maze, heels tap against cobblestone streets whilst car horns beep. I take the last drag of smoke from the cigarette in hand and throw it through the open balcony doors.
Empty martini glasses line the kitchen bench, a suitcase spews out a mix of shoes, clothing and random findings. A cappuccino sits beside me as music seduces the dimly lit space.
The suite life, a life spent drifting from hotel to hotels, country to country, no home nor reason to be tied down, I drift.
A liberating yet terrifying experience, I take a deep breath. For when the sun rises another day begins, the clock starts to tick when the dark night looses its grip.
People scatter the streets, rushing from one place to the next in a daze of their own reality and a haze of city fumes. A leaf falls roadside, Autumn is here.
Toni-Yvonne
And so it begins…
Across the horizon, the city lights glisten like diamonds, in the corner of my room bags sit, half packed. The setting sun filters through the silk drapes, illuminating the room in its life. I gaze at the bags, they are in some ways my safety net. All my belongings can fit in to them, easily dragged behind me through the sprawling airports across the globe.
It seems whenever I start a new blog, a new chapter has begun in my life, a big change has occurred. This time is no different from the last countless efforts I have made at attempting to scribble down my thoughts, yet this time at least I plan to stick to this particular blog (let’s see how that goes).
Having yet not found my area, or niche, expect to find here my random and obscure daily thoughts to posts on art, food, culture, society and most of all scribbles of inspiration.
Toni-Yvonne
