poetry. photography. storytelling.
a photo collab with Brittiany G of @Britts_LittleAdventures (instagram) Some days, I fear, My heart is ice, Beyond repair. Freezer burn envelope, Protecting the wounds, But prolonging healing, Of whole hearted living. There are days, I feel the fear soften, I feel the walls unthaw, I can feel the warmth. It's deceitful out there... Continue Reading →
“Most people are like sheep. Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing more Than to be left alone so they can graze. But then of course there are wolves. Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep. But there’s a third kind of person. The sheepdog. Sheepdogs have fangs like wolves. But their instinct isn’t... Continue Reading →
i looked to the sky and saw a slate grey landscape that set the tone. grey. in my heart, feeding into my eyes, the concrete i walked, the feelings i felt, grey. charcoal, ash, metallic slate, lonely silver, invisible, the days, all merging into one. but before this day concludes, i want to share the... Continue Reading →
she knows. she knows it's ptsd. she knows it's flashbacks. she knows it's not weakness, she knows, but it haunts and it breaks. she knows. what she needs to do. to drop all the lingerings of attachment, to maintaining structured stability, so she can run off into the jungle, so she can scream out her... Continue Reading →
pt 2 of a collab with Brittiany, (instagram: @britts_littleadventures) paired best with part 1: liverpool London. like waves of the ocean tide, when the possessing anger dissolved back into the sea side, another craving stole my attention- london. playful, curious, bold London, where the... Continue Reading →
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