some people i’ve seen are the ones who go to battle,
others are the swords used in battle,
but most people are the battlefields that collect fallen bodies—
that wait for somebody to clean them away
to take the stains out of the grass,
to say there should be flowers and tenderness growing here.
Day Seventeen ‘Fruit’
I remember a project for college, we had to produce images that showed imperfections… I remember looking at the stalks of crop that had grown away from the rest of the field ( probably seeds that has blown in the wrong direction. It got me thinking are these little stalks not as perfect as the rest? cause they aren’t in the right place,…
I hear the words of overgrown and impossible but yet there is still that optimism of finding treasure if you look hard enough.
A week when I got to experience a winter beach. The emptiness that should have been filled with an eerie silence that was the non holiday season was in fact not the case… the crashing of bitter waves and wild wind was now the character the coast took on.
As I remember I read a lot during this adventure which is something I didn’t…
My no fault of my own… well may be a little I have on pink top and shorts…. hair is blonder than usual and the curls have a mind of their own….. need to but some mud on my face and turn up the BLINK182….