Reckless

Though I’ve been reckless and selfish, our memories are engrained in my mind. Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart; Perhaps they were lies, Perhaps it was the┬átruth that you were too afraid to accept; I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be.   Shot by me, NYC.

In the Present

Slaves to time, a concept that quietly dictates our lives. Getting things done while waiting for it to pass, so we can overcome certain feelings, and look forward to pleasantries. We anticipate events and outcomes; self-induced anxiety. We live as if time really is a linear concept But what is time really? How do youContinue reading “In the Present”