“How do you feel?” “I’m good, I feel fine. Just some adjusting to not going out to bars and restaurants, otherwise I’m dealing.” That’s my typical response. Under the surface, I’m distracted. Some days I’m more focused than others. Some days, I’m able to focus on getting work done, doing more research about work, andContinue reading “Rollercoaster of Emotions”
That’s me. Little B in a big world. This picture reminds me of how “small” I am in this vast space. A space occupied by buildings, some big, some small, some that soar up into the sky. A space occupied by trees, fields, water, birds, and a lot more people. There’s an interconnectedness that weContinue reading “Don’t Forget How Big Your Spirit Is”
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. We’re simply left with the desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. And then we make decisions. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
Pic taken by me, Avenue N Train Station, Brooklyn, New York
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”
Shot by me, Brooklyn Bridge – Brooklyn, New York
Shot by me in Chinatown, NYC
It was thick and opaque like fog rolling in overnight. A silent killer, eating me away inside; I didn’t even realize – My heart was hardening. Mind always racing, pacing, thinking. A paralyzing anxiety.
A title can never dictate how the heart feels. Nor does it define a relationship. It can’t rationalize the bullshit swept under the rug. Titles, formalities, ceremonies – seemingly emphasized more than the quality of the relationship. What happens when the ceremony that’s supposed to usher you into a life of partnered stability, protection, andContinue reading “Daily Prompt: Ceremony”