I love your pics from your trip, great light and cool vintage! Where was your trip? Those pics make me want to go there!
Haha thank you! Those pictures were actually taken by my friend on http://americasfastestducks.tumblr.com and the trip was at Sugarloaf, Maine. Beautiful place, I highly recommend it as a ski resort. Also, the area is perfect for any sort of photography.
I think this time it’s worth it to put myself through writhe. I feel strong and confident. So be it, if this means exposing my burdened heart to weather. Where wind can set a turbulence on me; where a push feels more like a shove and a smile is a hook.
I’ll say it, there’s times of the day where I want to know exactly what goes through your mind, what you think when you see a mother with a child, even.
I’m well aware that I might be walking towards a dead end. Where you won’t understand the magnitude of what you mean to me.
You make me feel all right, and that’s as much as I’ve wanted. and i won’t push… i swear i’ll wait.
And when I stand on my own feet, I can begin to hear the rustle of the trees in the wind once more. If I’m taking a walk, suppose it’s through a cemetery, I hear the rustling sway of the trees, regurgitating the voices of those away from our dimension.
When the wind blows, they flow right through you. On my own two feet, a head clear and hands left without grasp. It’s enough to overwhelm. Yes, I believe it’s enough to white out.
I hear a dog with his loud bark down the street, I wonder if it’s their mother speaking out, For people never truly leave us, ever at all; a memory speaks a thousand unsaid words.
Well we’ve right up trapped our simple beings, or the things that provide our equilibrium. I left the balloon at the gate, to see many more colors beyond a single, Can you tell me if a Kodachrome could capture this? And so it freely drifts.
yea, i don’t know. My mind is spun, unravelling only through words, and kicked into directions from whatever inspirations. I don’t know what to say, besides Goodnight.
I am forever anchored and haunted by my past. At one time accepted them, but never conquered them. My mistakes, that I will forever be unable to handle… Because I believe I have this black history that precedes me to whoever I might meet… I’ve done wrong, and I’m deeply, deeply sorry these - if nothing else - false steps into pitfalls. I know I haven’t always done unto others as I should have, and I know actions speak louder than words. So I speak now, I could be doing more…