Chico’s Mom

Day 220; 334 days of photos

Dearest

Why do I find it so hard to express the way you make me feel? You make me feel so alive and new. I know no bounds in your love. All I need in life, I have found in you. There is so much I want to do. So many desires I want to fill.Continue reading “Dearest “

Day 219; 334 days of photos

Coreopsis 22 b

Orion and Jack looked at each other in confusion. “I thought she was talking out of her head.” Jack turned his attention back to her, dabbing the sweat from her brow. She kept repeating two phrases over and over. After what seemed like an hour, David walked in with James hot onContinue reading “Coreopsis 22 b”

Day 218; 334 days of photos

It’s funny how

It is a cruel life indeed, for all time-spent living, the heart does bleed. To feel things you feel no other creature feels. To comprehend something so inert it makes your heart reel. The scent of a flower reveals its beauty. Clashing of metal telling stories of medieval duty. A song can take you placesContinue reading “It’s funny how”

Day 217; 334 days of photos

Waste Land

I have been told this phase of my life is called the “waste land”. Nothingness. Total nothingness. You perceive yourself as a misshapen monster. You look back on life. The past, it’s dead and gone. You feel empty, hollow, useless. You look forward on your life, you see nothing on the road. Nothing! For allContinue reading “Waste Land “

Day 216; 334 days of photos

Words

Though our eyes have never encountered, I can sense the quiver of time in you. Time becomes an innuendo of life, when reading words sensual and sweet-typed by eloquent digits that I have never felt. With each letter, I can see them dance across the keys with deliberate firmness and quiet finesse. Excitement, joy andContinue reading “Words”