life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
I wonder what telegrams, conversations, and power these brought that connected so many. I can still see the electricity they’re sharing. 💡 In a small little town where the leaves change from green to red, yellow, and brown there sits a church that carries generations of dreams, the soft songs of people who worshipped, the... Continue Reading →
His eyes cut through her. Skin, bones, and flesh leading to the main target. Her heart vulnerable and loud skipping its beat, only calm when he blinked.
The lack of color allows the viewer to jump into the photo and color the moment themselves. Come on a journey from the perspective of a lens. We hate the long trains when we are trying to get somewhere fast, but we love the trains when we want to travel to far away places. Our... Continue Reading →
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me, simply because I can’t believe what I see. We are all standing in a sea of dreams, with so much opportunity. We are left with hope, to rise above the water. Even if it's just... Continue Reading →
I drive past the house I grew up in. Everything is different. I look for some kind of familiarity, but there isn't any. The screen door is now black. The trim isn't green anymore. The bench my dad made is missing. The vines that once covered the wall transporting our young eyes to the jungle,... Continue Reading →
Her heart is racing,her knees barely hold her up,and she takes shallow breaths.This moment use to feel so simplewhen she created it in her head.Her family sits in chairs.Her grandparents stand on either side.Her music begins to play.Her feet begin to moveone foot in front of the other.She can't believe she can walk.She feels like... Continue Reading →
When your brain creates your own personal horror story, bringing all of your fears to life.- a girl who knows the dark all too well
I have many homes. Each one is beautiful in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →
"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom. To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Lost Soul
