I feel the most free when I'm between places. I can always breathe more easily when I travel.
I traveled a little bit over Christmas break.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
My dearest Rye,
I love you so much. The days you've gifted me have been among the most loved and filled with jeweled memory pieces that I have been given.
I wish I could hold your heart so that nobody else could break it.
I wish I could hold your heart so that nobody else could break it.
Friday, February 10, 2012
tell you what you already know
Angie spent two days with me right before Christmas. They were just what I needed; she has similar views and beliefs to me, and in two hours at Waffle House, a hike to a mountain top, and prowling through fields, we had a heart-to-heart that I had been waiting for weeks to have.
Friday, February 3, 2012
those I haunt
I recently read the surrealist novel Nadja by Andre Breton, and he discusses that our identities could be defined by who we haunt.
I do not haunt people, but I leave fragments of myself behind in words and photographs.
I do not haunt people, but I leave fragments of myself behind in words and photographs.
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