When I was five, I lived on 16th avenue. There are bits and pieces in which resonate my mind every so often. I remember marriage. I remember writing on the walls and baby corn and naps on the couch. The first time I got the chicken pox. I remember it all so well and I was so small, not aware of the feelings that consumed me the way they did others. The curls on my head grew, along with my mother and father. There were times when my dad would wake me up a half an hour later than I did for school just to let me sleep in. He would sometimes pick me up in the middle of the day and let me leave. This was the prime of my childhood. It was the constant reassurance that I was loved – and it came unconditional. It did not have any rules. It breathed on its own. It swallowed up every fiber in my body, structuring me, molding me as I am now. I just want to write. I don’t know what about. But it will be pages long, and I’ll continue until I feel like I cannot anymore. These are the things I wish I’d said.
my mind is always everywhere. i live for words. sometimes they aren't my own, and i post them here. sometimes i will post things that
are mine. this blog is a collection of photographs i take and the things that i want to remember.
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There once was a seashore. It sat in all it’s undisturbed wonder, safe and sound from the miserable and destructive clans that were known as the tourists. It felt lovely and beautiful. Lonely, but beautiful. It basked in the sun and drowned itself in the moonlight. Perfection in the eyes of anyone. Yet it yearned for something more. Some sort of unattainable purpose. The sea sensed the shore’s loneliness, and it licked it’s waves at the shore constantly, hoping and dreaming for a second glance. It brought the shore gifts of magnificent shells and messages from lovers trapped in bottles. The seashore scoffed at the sea’s advances, until one day it realized it would be nothing more than just a strip of land without the sea. It would be virtually nothing. So the shore opened it’s sandy arms to the salty sea and let it in. Over and over again for all eternity.
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