golden days

 

the missing piece

 

cycles

I started counting. I ended up on my knees. You saw it start, you let it be, and so you lost me to this monster, then I lost me to this monster. It's been five years, and here I am still. It's all the same.

15

Last night was a good night, and this morning was even better, yet I still found myself feeling the same as always in the end. So here's to the past and happier times.

 

On a brighter note, I found a beautiful place today, and I can't wait to shoot there. 

Cold Summer

My eyes need a rest from this cold summer and I long to dream of blue skies. Instead, every night is a brand new nightmare, leaving me in fear of sleep.

The uneventful days of this summer are unsettling. Even for someone like myself who doesn't really live much, it is usually a bit more upbeat than this. I think maybe I have lost myself completely. I used to be wild and free, I cared for nothing but the now, and I let the fear of consequences settle in when they were actually right in front of me. Now I can't stomach the thought of a single reckless moment, but I can't seem to stomach fear either. I miss the nights that were more than visiting a friend and heading home. I miss when I acted on impulses of adventure that still flow so strongly through me.