Do you ever just sit with yourself? Come home without turning the tv on? Commute without listening to your headphones? Sometimes it’s nice to just be quiet; to not depend on external sounds for comfort. Can you be comfortable when it’s just you, your head, and the environment? Image captured by me at Bush TerminalContinue reading “You, Your Head, and the Environment”
Three drinks by my side. Because my emotions are running deep. How do I maintain a semblance of balance? Whiskey on the rocks, a band-aid for my pain. Green smoothie; I’m being healthy about “detoxing.” Water, to stay properly hydrated. Seems I will never be vice-free. Image captured by me.
In this life, I have died many times. Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn
Sometimes I just feel emotionally all over the place. More of a, “still trying to figure it out” kind of feeling. Like, “what the hell am I doing? What’s happening in my life?” kinda thing. But something is happening at the moment, some sort of shift. I can only hope that maybe one day I’llContinue reading “Still Trying to Figure it Out”
I finally see the sun through the forest. Slivers of light make their way through the dense packing of the trees. A clearing is in the distance. But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me. That’s what it is right? That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing. … what else could be preventingContinue reading “I See the Light But…”
I saw the light with you; but also saw the underworld. We plunged into the darkness, ventured into the unknown. Something about it was so beautifully scary; intoxicating. But it was time to take a break, to embrace the light again. You made your home in the darkness, established your throne.
You know just what I want to hear. You say all of the right things to me but what are words without actions to match? The definition of sweet nothings.
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.
Been spending time in the shadow as of late. Not sure what forces are at play, but there’s been a shift somewhere, something is unsettled.
Feelings are just that, feelings. It’s also because of them, that we do the things we do. It’s because of our feelings, our desires for one another, that we hope to execute shared dreams; that we invest and feed each other’s souls. What do we do when it all seems to be in jeopardy? WhenContinue reading “Own Worst Enemy”
So much time spent trying to represent strength, because of fear. Fear of being vulnerable; that somehow vulnerability equates to weakness. It doesn’t. Strength also means being receptive, understanding that emotions are messy and complex. We’re human beings with a penchant for making things harder than they need to be. Photo captured by meContinue reading “What is Strength?”
Trying to make sense of things and it just never happens.Some days or moments, I’m spared and can feel pure elation, happiness.Some days or moments I feel absolutely weary. Photo shot by me, Prospect Park.
Sometimes, a home isn’t a home; only a place to rest your head. Shot by me in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
It’s all unknown, simply left with our desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
We all need a support system. Sometimes we shut down and need to be alone; sometimes we need the support of our loved ones. Even if we don’t want to ask. The ones who care about our well being, our mental states. Those who may not always agree with what we do, but are thereContinue reading “Support Systems”
A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and out ofContinue reading “Central Park, My Playground”
It was too easy; the lies rolled off your tongue like flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing now a messy nuisance. The water expands, the salt corrodes, everything is damaged in its wake.
Thank you for being you, for unknowingly being a muse, for cracking through my somewhat tough exterior. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about. I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say to meContinue reading “Gratitude”