Stories live deep within all of us. Stories that yearn to be told by our words, the photos we capture, the art we create, and by the very life we curate to live. At the end, all we truly want is to be able to tell our story & hopefully share that story w/ someone else. If you look around hard enough, you’ll realize that every moment is a story waiting to be told & everything that has happened prior has lead to this present moment.
Some of the best things that have happened in my life happened by chance. In those in between moments, in the cracks of the story you laid out, is where the true beauty lives — when you didn’t force it & allowed it to manifest on it’s own terms. The best stories, after all, happen unplanned.
Walking away a moment of perdition
To find an alluring balance
Searching the limits of my soul
Seeking an elusive logic
While giving in a step or two
I am ready to fly
I listen to the all words
Although I’m just taken by the melodies
Perhaps it’s not uncommon, this malaise
Which afflicts me in my spaces
I dance, to smile, to dissimulate
I’d rather meet the birds in the sky
I walk now, as I always will
Seeking my simplicity
Stamping out the noise
Learning the highs of life
Shunning the pervasive ennui
I live now to fly ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Homage to #edwardhopper
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes;
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time,
And far from flying high in clear blue skies,
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.