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;
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
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.
my quiet and melancholy nature doesn’t always mean something is brewing beneath the surface.
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.
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?
When you wonder if it was all an illusion?
You lied to me; I lied to myself.
Perhaps it is me.
I’m my own worst enemy.
Pic shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
So much time spent trying to represent strength, because of fear.
Fear of being vulnerable; that somehow vulnerability equates to weakness.
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 me at Domino Park, Williamsburg.
Shot by me in Dumbo, Brooklyn
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
Pic taken by me, Avenue N Train Station, Brooklyn, New York
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 of big orange cones.
All weekend hobbies of mine.
Taking breaks between classes,
During four years at Fordham University –
my alma a few blocks away, at Lincoln Center.
Central Park, it was my campus.
Walking through the park with
Friends, family, and lovers,
Walking through the park to work,
Part-time gig a few blocks away on
5th Avenue, New York’s tourist trap
and shopping strip.
Central Park reminds me of my youth,
of my young adulthood,
of my strong connection to the New York
that raised me.
Shot by me in Central Park, New York
It was too easy;
the lies rolled off your tongue
like flooded waters.
Something once peaceful
now a messy nuisance.
The water expands,
the salt corrodes,
everything is damaged in its wake.
Some days, I’m not even fully sure what the human experience is supposed to be like. Why are we blessed with these brains that don’t serve us to our higher potential?Sometimes I misspeak words, overthink things, get distracted, criticize myself, worry, stress, complicate things, forget.
But I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused and remember to be kind to myself, because it’s hard. I’m no longer in my twenties and I think life is finally starting to break me down a little bit. Even though I try not to let it.
I have to believe that I can manifest greatness in my life, but I have to be an active participant; I can’t just wait for it to happen.
Shot by me in Central Park, New York
Shot by me, Brooklyn Bridge – Brooklyn, New York
Shot by me in Chinatown, NYC