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, sadness is 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. And sometimes I let myself just be consumed by it; I submit to it. Photo taken by me at Green-Wood CemeteryContinue reading “Sadness is my friend, my foe”