Torrential rain slaps against the window, lighting strikes and the thunder crackles through the night sky. It’s all so clear now. He sleeps in the living room where they once shared a life.
Don’t worry, my quiet and melancholy nature doesn’t always mean something is brewing beneath the surface.
12:11AM It’s June 6th; the first night I hear sounds of summer. Crickets chirp outside as I try to sleep but my mind is racing. Photo captured by me, NYC.
Sadness is my friend, my foe. Sometimes I can sit with it and let it be. Other times it bubbles to the surface and boils over, leaving a mess in its wake. I let myself be consumed by it, rather than fighting the urge to control it. Photo taken by me at Green-Wood Cemetery inContinue reading “Sadness is my friend, my foe”