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
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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.
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?”
Shot by me in Dumbo, Brooklyn
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
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 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.