I went for a walk today. I brought my camera with me and see which scenes it’s going to make me capture. I was thinking of writing reviews for restaurants but found myself shooting people along the streets. I am inspired, touched and moved in every story I was able to bring home
It is hot and humid.
I am alone at home watching the tree across the apartment. My eyes could not help but look. It is very tall and skinny tree. I see it every time I looked outside. It stood strong in the middle of the thunderstorm, endured the burning heat of the sun, fought against strong wind blows and surpassed dark lonely nights.
“It’s sick. I see images that are inexistent. Exaggerated thoughts slowly killing my sanity. My drinks were poured all over the poor girl the same way she was to him. I couldn’t watch. I won’t. It made me sick.
It brought out the beast in me.
Why did I doubt him when he have shown me so much love? I don’t own him. If he wants to go away, nothing can stop him. He’s a man of choices not a slave.”
“A piece of a plastic was hanging up in the air carried by the wind and before it hit the groud it changed its direction then stayed up hanging in the air again.”
My heart’s too big and it’s on fire.I’ll let you touch it, let you burn.
Feel the pain, feel alive.
A beautiful scar, you’ll have forever.