pushback

i realize i haven’t been writing in this place. because if i can’t be honest, i just don’t want to write it down. and i don’t feel like i can be honest. not here. not now. it suddenly feels way too hard to deliver my actual truth here (did i ever? i don’t know). and i find myself, these days, really longing for actual and true intimacy. i’m not sure if i’ll ever get back to the point to which i can write here again. then again, maybe i just did.

golden hour

if you need me, i’ll be here watching for the clock to strike the golden hour and then chasing that hour and all its pretty birds down with my new camera. and dying of the happiest adrenaline rush you ever did see. stay tuned …