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take a minute. on Flickr.
I’m thinking about all of the amazing new places I’ve seen in just these past two years alone and all of the incredible friends I’ve met. It’s easy to feel a little stuck sometimes, but I have an incredibly blessed life.
I need to remember to take a step back to reflect on things more often.
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untitled on Flickr.
how the world ends. (dream sequence)
the world was being consumed with sadness.
the plants had all overgrown and no one tended to their lawns.
some chose to stop eating
others wept on their porches, wailing through the blood soaked shirts of family members who had chosen to say goodbye in more violent ways.
he sat in a tree as therapy; his attempt to avoid being sucked into the depression destroying the planet.
he felt the elevation soothed his shrinking heart
and from his vista in the overgrown limbs, he no longer had to watch buildings around him crumble from neglect.
it had been 6 months since it started.
the skies were always dark. even when the sun was shining, storms could be seen on hilltops on the horizon.
tornadoes ripping up houses and trees in the distance,
just far enough away to feel safe enough to ache with sadness.
i was in my parents’ house.
we had all came together for the great end, but it had been months and everyone had grown too apathetic to love at all.
my brother’s wife strolled in a pool to stay.
my brother found his source of release when he jumped from a rooftop.
i lost my patience with everyone and was ready to find my way out
until i found him in the tree.
he told the depression went away where the air was thinner.
thin air and sleeping in sap seemed to be the cure.
i spent a week in the tree sanctuary, but it wasn’t a happy end.
i felt love enough when the branches broke beneath him, my heart burst.
the tornado touched down and i felt the bitterness again as i closed my eyes and fell to the ground.
niceplacestofallasleep asked: What cameras do you use to get the warmer colors?
Maybe turning Q&A on was a bad idea.
untitled on Flickr.
i forget. on Flickr.
i forget sometimes that i came from a world where i was little.
it doesn’t feel like memories, it feels like a completely different place.
like i’m a different person and that was another, completely different world.
one with magic.
where i put together puzzles of barns and yellow flower covered hilltops
and i would imagine myself running on mountaintops, keeping up the car when i went on trips with my parents.
growing up has been weird for me.
everyone learns everything as they grow older,
but i feel like each bit of information has been a little shocking to me.
learning how to properly speak to waiters,
realizing there are mean people for the sake of meanness in this world,
learning that the moon and sun looking larger on the horizon is just an illusion…
and finding out i’d eventually move away from home.
when i was younger, i thought i’d live in the mountains because i didn’t know life existed outside them. not really.
i thought i’d always pick blackberries with my grandmother
and i’d always go to the small church down the road
and when we moved into a new house on hilltop, nothing changed.
i forget how 20 or 30 leaves falling from a tree felt like it was raining leaves,
how magical autumn was
how exciting it was for christmas to come.
how magical it was to lie under a christmas tree without my glasses on
to look up at all the orbs of light blurred into round dots of beautiful bokeh.
even things that happened a few years ago -
summer morning drives i would take by myself
blaring music and driving through the small towns that lead from my ex’s house to mine
getting biscuit sandwiches from tudors and sitting by the river at 6 a.m.
finding lost magic on the boulevard near my small hometown river.
i thought i’d always go to the three local 24 hour diners late at night
and trips to smaller towns in southern west virginia would always be mandatory to see shows.
i felt like there was magic in those small towns.
i feel like i’ve always been someone who lives in memories or in the past,
even if i’m living in them the night of, while reviewing photographs.
i still don’t think i could live in charleston or in goldstown or in whereever it is my great grandmother is buried,
but i want to go to small corner stores with handmade signs
and i want to be on a mountaintop in the morning when the world is covered in dew.
i’m reminded of all of this because today i woke up in a warm bed and there were flashes of light dancing on the ceiling.
the leaves were green again
and for a few minutes
i was back in the old world
full of yellow flower puzzles and magical small towns.
i want to keep in that world, but there’s no place for it in the world of emails and scheduling.
i’m glad i work from home because reality eats my insides alive sometimes.
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i love you but you don’t know what you’re talking about.
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