All I want to do lately is go out and shoot and edit and post, but I have no stories to tell. I’m still trying to write them, so I can put them in these cuts and look back and live forever in the memories. To dance among the motion and glimmer, and blink against the brightness of the sun.
I’ve been filled with such tremendous intensity, and hope, and excitement, buoyed by the fact that I’ll always have a guitar and a disarming smile.
Peace has been made with this new-self. It’s as if every change, every cycle I go through, takes time for me to get used to the new skin. I know I’ll always be flawed. I’ll always make mistakes, but that means I’ll always be learning.
I’ve had enough of crazy developments. I’ll be happy once the dust settles and I’m back to my regular life again, some point beyond the summer. The spring is never remarkable; it’s just a haze between the heat and the snow. It already smells like hot summers nights, a comforting mix of pollen and concrete. It’s gonna be oh so good.
To dance among the motion and glimmer, and blink against the brightness of the sun.
A wonderful place to be for where you are and who you are now. Sounds as a page from one of my journals.…. sometime I’ll see if I can send you a pertinent line or two.
Nice.… um.….… cupcake. : )
It was a white-chocolate strawberry cake, with burlesque accents!
I’ll always make mistakes, but there’s a certain joy in regconising my own mistakes, cause that’s how I realise that I’ve made improvements, at least intellectually.