Bell works

Bell works May 2014

Don't ever expect to own someone.
They may give you their heart,
their mind,
or their body.

You might know their thoughts and desires so intimately,
to the point where they become your own,
but don't misunderstand.

You do not own them,
they need to exist outside of you.

"You are mine" and "I love you" are two very different things,
one is ownership,
and the other a gift.

A heart might beat for you,
a body might ache for you,
and eyes might weep for you,
but they belong to the person you love.

And you don't take things away from the people you love,
even if they give them away freely.

Because it is a far greater expression of love to care for something you don't own,
than neglect something you've branded as yours.

#love #heart #relationships #own

Bell works Apr 2014

Snow

Burning,
yet cold to the touch,
we stood out in the street with the snow.

Flakes that danced on the wind,
steadily dampening our clothes and hair,
shook away our troubles with the flutter of a breeze.

You in your fluffy hat and scuffed shoes, me wrapped in your jumper and my too-tight jeans. Both of us content to be cold before we got hot.

Because we both knew the fire would come later, burning kisses and blistering contact could wait.

Right then, we just enjoyed the snow, before the fire could melt it away.

#love #nature #snow #elements

Bell works Mar 2014

Peter Pan wasn't wrong

Human life takes three stages: Child, adolescent, and adult.

Childish optimism is wanting to be a knight or an astronaut when you were five.

Adolescent realism is recognising that some aspects of childish optimism are unobtainable, and taking the journey of self-discovery.

Being an adult is harder.

Adulthood is distinguishing mediocrity from passion, interest from insight, desire from commitment.

Adulthood is dealing with the consequences of adolescence, and living with the disappointment of childish optimism.

But within this liminal space exist the happy medium, the recognition of human condition.

To be an adult is to accept,
so grow up and accept being an adult isn't the best option

Bell works Mar 2014

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Sometimes I worry my words sound too sad, like the flowers have been uprooted and I salt my own earth.

But I had no words for when they were planted, blissfully stunned into silence.

So can you really judge me when I cry out?

Bell works Mar 2014

Not yet

You will never leave this place,
not as long as you exist within the dark recesses of my heart and memory.
Every sound is you,
my senses are betraying my mind.
Because you're not here.
And you never will be again.
And I just can't ever accept that.

Bell works Mar 2014

Still not clean

If I thought I could wash you out of my head,
I would never get out of the shower.
I would never stop clearing away the dead skin,
Stop soaking in lotions and salts,
just to remove the smell of you.
But still you remain,
Suffocating me like oil on water.

So I lather,
Rinse,
Repeat.

Bell works Mar 2014

Blind man's peace

On a day like today, when we know it's coming,
Those tired eyes fight the self-inflicted fatigue.
Sitting on the porch, blind man is humming,
The sounds of the garden stimulating his intrigue.

He sits in his chair, relaxed, but still,
Whilst all around him, life dances and shouts.
From whistling wind, falling rain, and bird's trill,
The world is painted for him in vibrant bouts.

Though he can't see, he knows pity's gaze,
But those eyes of his will never sting from strain.
He finds beauty in things lost in life's haze,
When people prioritise looks, suffering, and pain.

So pity not the humming blind man,
For he'll forever see more than you yourself can.