i see it the way it wants me too, but feel it ten times more how will i ever thank it for opening my eyes and my heart so wide for allowing be to stand, even though my knees shake.
sometimes in a reflections we see more. we walk around thinking we look like how we feel but for myself my reflection tells so much more than the now, more than this very moment. i see so much in my reflection, a lot i wish i could erase, not only the lines but the whole story.
i know that all paths lead to somewhere, but then what shall i swim across, throw myself off the cliff, pretend i know how to fly what happens when the path has ended and i have stood there for far too long what then i wonder..
sometimes i am surrounded with so many, yet none feel as i do. my back against the sky, a cloud acting like my shadow i stand still. i do not move. my feet drink up the rain and my head remains as always in the clouds.
in one moment while i was looking the other way. life changed from what i once knew well, to things i know nothing about. a light slowly cast's upon the things that will only be here for a while longer. my promise to myself is to be present while it changes instead of asking how and why, i would like to say i watched it happen and it was beautiful
the layering of petals creates this beautiful flower, delicate fragrant, lovely. my layers are different, complicated, painful and raw. I am not sure what they create and why sometimes i shed a few only to add new ones.
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