eight, nine, and ten (of 365)
♦ 3/16/11 I asked you if you felt like sleeping. “No.” you said, full of determination. “I’m worried that if I sleep, you won’t be here in the morning.” How can I convince you that I’m not leaving? ♦ 3/17/11 I wonder why I feel your absence. I wonder if you feel mine. Is it possible to ever feel full? To be without loneliness and to be without...
four to seven (of 365)
♦ 3/12/11 Every time you enter my life, you cause a ripple of change. What was unconsciously hidden, resurfaces: my burning, almost desperate need to write, to create art, to organize a myriad of thoughts and maximize the time that passes so each minute seems more vivid, each intake of air a little more satisfying. But there exists a conflict in your presence. There is inspiration, but struggle...
Cza :) I don’t think I know how NOT to look awkward in a photo. Rest of the photos on facebook.
one, two, and three (of 365)
♦ 3/9/11 His words reverberated within me: I’ve always been drawn to you. I imagined a crescendo of waves rising, collapsing, the stillness that follows, the gradual deepening of an evening as it closes on a day, and that night when I met you and fell in love with art. ♦ 3/10/11 I worry about forgetting. I worry about forgetting your smile, your eyes, your warmth. So each day I look at...