I'm 20 now and I've been thinking way too much.
I've lost myself lost myself in debt, in money, in work, in Corporate America. I'm knee deep and I'm not sure how to pull myself out. I work like a dog, I get paid scraps and bone. I'm left empty, dry, and for the most part emotionless. I'm not the same girl who use to get kicks from driving around aimlessly looking for nothing more than good company and the stars. I want her back.
There are so many things I've never tried and so many impulses I've buried.
Too many moments have gone by where emotions are suppressed and neither my hunger for knowledge or my heart's full potential are ever filled.
I'm 20 now and I've been thinking way too much.
I want to go back to Ocean's and 1st Ave, strip down to my true self and wash all my worries out to sea.
I want to take the day, weekend, week off and go for a drive, to no where in particular but off, out, about, somewhere new.
I want to meet new people and then prove their first impressions wrong.
I want to embrace spontaneity to the fullest, surprise the world, surprise myself
I want to enjoy all the simple things again, like the sound of my heels hitting the concrete, when those freckled lights reflect off the raindrops on your windshield. That moment when you're floating between your subconscious and consciousness, when the dream is just finally getting good and you can feel it slipping away from you, so you push yourself back down into a deeper sleep as to avoid loosing it. But after the first or second attempt you end up failing anyway and wake up staring at the wall or ceiling trying to remember what it was you were even dreaming about. Empty streets, flashing traffic lights, cold winds and the nicotine hit that send your bones on a downward spiral landing you in a sitting fashion.
It's about time I find good company to enjoy these things with me. People who can show me new things and present to me a new angle that I've never seen and open my eyes and heart. People who can love love for the simple fact that a concept can hold so much power and beauty and have no physical being.
I want to travel without worry.
I want to sleep without stress.
I want to live without drama
But we need drama to live.
I want to photograph ordinary people in their ordinary lives.
I want to be photographed, un-posed and completely exposed so that I may reflect upon who I really am.
I want to never stop wanting, desire is the inspiration we feed ourselves. And without that inspiration we're drones marching through another assembly line, that of which limit us to a short shelf life and disposable existence.
I've lost myself lost myself in debt, in money, in work, in Corporate America. I'm knee deep and I'm not sure how to pull myself out. I work like a dog, I get paid scraps and bone. I'm left empty, dry, and for the most part emotionless. I'm not the same girl who use to get kicks from driving around aimlessly looking for nothing more than good company and the stars. I want her back.
There are so many things I've never tried and so many impulses I've buried.
Too many moments have gone by where emotions are suppressed and neither my hunger for knowledge or my heart's full potential are ever filled.
I'm 20 now and I've been thinking way too much.
I want to go back to Ocean's and 1st Ave, strip down to my true self and wash all my worries out to sea.
I want to take the day, weekend, week off and go for a drive, to no where in particular but off, out, about, somewhere new.
I want to meet new people and then prove their first impressions wrong.
I want to embrace spontaneity to the fullest, surprise the world, surprise myself
I want to enjoy all the simple things again, like the sound of my heels hitting the concrete, when those freckled lights reflect off the raindrops on your windshield. That moment when you're floating between your subconscious and consciousness, when the dream is just finally getting good and you can feel it slipping away from you, so you push yourself back down into a deeper sleep as to avoid loosing it. But after the first or second attempt you end up failing anyway and wake up staring at the wall or ceiling trying to remember what it was you were even dreaming about. Empty streets, flashing traffic lights, cold winds and the nicotine hit that send your bones on a downward spiral landing you in a sitting fashion.
It's about time I find good company to enjoy these things with me. People who can show me new things and present to me a new angle that I've never seen and open my eyes and heart. People who can love love for the simple fact that a concept can hold so much power and beauty and have no physical being.
I want to travel without worry.
I want to sleep without stress.
I want to live without drama
But we need drama to live.
I want to photograph ordinary people in their ordinary lives.
I want to be photographed, un-posed and completely exposed so that I may reflect upon who I really am.
I want to never stop wanting, desire is the inspiration we feed ourselves. And without that inspiration we're drones marching through another assembly line, that of which limit us to a short shelf life and disposable existence.
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Hey you still alive?
horror_head:
just wonderin' if you're still alive like D_N (haha) said!