guilty

You’re a monster forever riding on my back.
I can’t shake you, I know I can’t break you.
You taunt me every waking moment I have.
You haunt me in my dreams, only when this hunger finally allows me to sleep.
You take over, override my mind.
I’m weak, and I need control.
I’m searching for something you’ll never let me find: contentment. 
You’re engulfing every inch of my being, and soon, I am certain, there will be nothing left, but a hollow girl, with a soul full of emptiness.

An old photo, some old words, both of which still ring true deep inside me. 

revisited

memories

cage

I just want the sick to go away. I want it out of my head and I don’t want to feel it in my body. Not anymore. But I need it there because without it I am nothing. It has consumed me and it is all I am. It fills me up so, yet it leaves me so empty I’m not entirely sure how I feel. If I feel. My breath is short when I try to remember how this all happened, and I remember the day I started bending, and then the day I abruptly snapped. I never figured out how to put myself back together again. I think I lost some pieces in this process. I don’t think I’ll ever fit together just right. But that’s how it goes with people. They bend or they break and they never fit together again.

skew

fried

Father, mother.

In a Daydream

Bryana is all my favorite colors. 

parts

Today came with rain

Into the Wild

leftovers

I Woke Up Near the Sea

This was an impulse, and not shot with my camera, but I think it turned out pretty well anyhow.
Check out Bryana's photos from the day as well.