I'm a cryer. I'm just gonna get it out of the way. It's said that on average, women cry twice a month and men once a month, but I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that those numbers don't apply to me. I used to always think that in the seconds after something drastic happens, you have a choice; cry or hold it in. A few times, I surrendered to twin waterfalls on my face, and other times, I let a stone expression mask my inner feelings. It feels good to let loose sometimes, to just unleash pent-up emotions, some you may not even know you had. It's a way of deeply expressing yourself, putting clear visuals center stage and letting the waterworks take you down the river. Of course, it depends on the severity of the cause that will affect the level of reaction. Had a rough day? Shed a tear. Had a small fight? Hyperventilate. Was just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Suck it up! Had the worst day of your life and wish you could change what you did?
on a wire i'm perched in this parking lot, the air molecules so empty and the silence so sickening- potent with only lonliness. time falls ill the minutes un-moving me from the wire in the space where one waits for another.
Evan and his group of friends were walking over to the baseball field when he hears something coming from in the woods. He stops and walks towards the edge of the woods. He can hear whispering and feet crunching on the leaves.
“Evan, you comin’?” Asked one of his friends Charlie.
While choosing which photos to showcase at my photography camp, I decided to split them into four categories—Photos that included flowers, fences, windows, or photographers. Originally, these “themes” were slightly broader (nature, ‘barriers,’ buildings, and people), but I chose not to display four of the images I had printed out in order to keep the categories more contained. Many of my photos play with depth of field, blurring some areas of the scene while keeping others in focus. In the future, I’d like to play around with different shutter speeds, photographing things in motion. I enjoy photography because it allows me to capture unnoticed or unappreciated details in the world around me, from the unusual slant of a dock to a bee alighting on a flower.
The dusk comes for all of us, Do not bother running, Because it will take you regardless, And the best things do happen in the dark
Roam calmly through the shadow, Feel your way around the night sky, And surely you will find another one, Lost in the haze of their own heartache
Find their hand, and hold it in yours, Give them a squeeze, Run your thumb along the backside of their palm, Draw them into willing embrace and finally, Without fail, without hesitation, The two of you will emit a glow potent enough to pierce the black
Weep, fall to your knees Accept the darkness that eats away at your heart, For we are all one in our sorrow, And our grief is universal.