i see

sometimes i think i am looking. i think i am seeing things and so i take pictures to capture it. this foggy morning i realized i have not seen very much- i stopped seeing for months now i stared blankly that is all i was doing.

today i promise to see.

tolstoy

sometimes i lay awake thinking of what you must have seen in your lifetime. not knowing anything about where you came from hurts my soul. your kind eyes and scars make me love you so. i wish you could use words to tell me about it all.. for now i will read what i can in your eyes and in the majestic way you carry yourself my dear, dear tolstoy.

silence of winter

there is a quietness to winters beauty that i can not find in any other season
even when my fingers get cold, i linger, i look, i stare and inhale. i hold on to that breath for even exhaling would disrupt the magical silence of a winters showing.