todayi have not felt so free in so long.
it feels like the begining of a new time.
i'm completely ready for it.
and i'm ready to let go of things in the past.
i put up 4 new photos and pieces of literature just now
check them out.
October.
D U S T
N O I S E
old, and aliveDeep wrinkles and sun spots. Broken down epidermis and coarse palms. what's this old, fragile frame made of? deep, ugly pockets under his eyes, made with the brightest blue anyone may have ever seen. his thick, dark hat of wool with his run-down scarf and recycled gloves of black threads and navy blue stitches. his skin has been sucked dry and slowly peels away from his skeleton. he limps as he climbs the hill. He carries this jagged crutch in replacement of an antediluvian cane. the crutch is just as tall as the mans' shoulders, making it dificult to walk with this support system. he keeps it an arm length away as he walks. i watch himold, and alive
Satisfied
