life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
The quiet midnight, walking through all your thoughts. The ‘what ifs’, ‘what happened?’. The ‘Damn, I did that!’ The ‘I should’ve saids...’ Flying through the skies catching all the stars, a bouquet of wonder. Lightning will hit clouds will come and eventually fade. When your eyelids finally fall and peace becomes your silence, dreams become... Continue Reading →
Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →
The two rocking chairs became a metronome as they pushed forward and back on a wide, white, wooden porch. A mother and daughter watching the sunset, drinking cold, crisp ice tea. Memories seem to resurface as the common day is discussed. The mother shares stories of when her daughter was young. “Do you remember when... Continue Reading →
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
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 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 →
He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles, and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Lost Soul
