Bryana and I had planned on shooting on this night, and it had me really excited to experiment with night lighting. Unfortunately we chose the one day it was negative something degrees outside, so we lasted all of three whole minutes. This is what I got.
I feel like a bit of carnage. Human wreckage. Chewed up and spit out by a whirlwind of time gone too fast, too slow. My organs are rotting and all I feel is a drunk-like tired state. Heavy sleep just behind my eyes, but nothing is connecting the way it should, and I’m left awake when my body is begging to drift off. I’m dead weight. I’m everywhere.
I'm pouring salt in my wounds. I'm shedding my skin. No longer will I prey upon myself. Each battle scar is a memory and a lesson, each of which I have promised I will not forget, I will not dismiss them.
Here's to you because you've been on my mind lately. Wondering how you feel about the person I'm becoming. Wondering how things would be if you were still here, enjoying the desert air, exploring the places you loved so dearly. Feeling the wind on our skin, I'd like to take your hand in mine one last time, so I could tell you that you are the greatest man I've ever known.