what makes me feel alive?
camera in hand, eyes capture a different light, otherwise unnoticed.
an old friend, bonds of authenticity only time can create. sharing those feelings you are scared to even admit to yourself.
foreign words, i am surprised by my own lyrics. escape without a thought and return an awkward glow. speak to me and i will shine.
family dynamics, sacred and ever-changing. appreciating each person for their unique contribution, positive or negative.
the ocean’s lullaby rocking me into a shivering sleep. sedated are my walks – i am in the ‘zone’.
the ability to focus and accomplish using creativity and business savv.
the freedom and confidence to be ‘me’, whatever that moment feels.
creativity and its subjective results. i ask you not to judge.
Filed under: life | Tags: changes, critique, growing up, society, spiritual
strides a bit longer. distance now too short. she walks that line – of gut. of mind. her faith is stolen. another silent footstep and she carries on, background noise a chaotic reality. she cannot hear the authenticity of her own voice. in time, she no longer notices. welcome to adulthood.
Filed under: love
it only takes three ‘flakes’ to cause a blizzard. . .
