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.
Two Pairs or Brown Eyes
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.
Black & White Photo Series Volume I
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 →
Crashing Waves, Silent Boats
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 →
A Destination Within a Destination
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 →
Silence the Thunder with Rain
"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 →
My Anxiety Personified
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 →
Dear friend,
I'm tired of wasting time trying to convince myself that you have no time for me. -your best friend
Would
From head to toe personified words, stories shown in still pictures. Highlighted reels of over-played moments I treasure most. Black and white trying not to fade. Behind my ear a flower would grow. My neck and chest untouched, my heart plays rhythmic melodies. Being alive is art on its own. My back would extend wings,... Continue Reading →
Remembering Today, Forgetting Tomorrow
Tiny pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. They are all interwoven. I can only remember one piece And I don't know how I got to it. I'm standing on an island. Water surrounds me. I have so much to say, but I can't tell you. I can't pinpoint its beginning and end. I have thoughts rising... Continue Reading →
Life or Fiction? 