my window is closed I can hear the cicadas chirping loudly tonight drowning out the usual quiet of august evenings, the rain this afternoon startled the whole house the dog ran from the bathroom to the closet nonstop for thirty minutes like a spy trying to hide darting from one dark space to the other,Continue reading “10:23 pm”
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Thoughts I Had at Sunset Cliffs
The other day, I walked around Sunset Cliffs and people-watched. Here are some of the thoughts I had while I was there. These people on the rocks were jumping in then somehow getting back up on the rocks. I wouldn’t jump in but I watched in awe from afar at those who felt brave enoughContinue reading “Thoughts I Had at Sunset Cliffs”
Sun Tired
The sun has zapped all of my energy. I’m a shell of a human being. Where did I go? To sleep in my thoughts while my body leans against a couch, staring at nothing in particular, wondering what time it is with no way to check. Only the simple questions remain, emotions have been drainedContinue reading “Sun Tired”
Summer
I love how summer returns you to yourself – Alex Dimitrov Summer is approaching. The warm air has returned. I’m happy taking photos of flowers and staying outside for hours. This is when I can breathe without worrying about my lungs freezing. I pay attention while getting lost in my thoughts, it’s a balancing actContinue reading “Summer”
Photographs
I’ve been into photography for quite a few years now. I love capturing a moment and focusing on details that are often overlooked. Below are some of my favorites. You can check out more of my photography here.
Self-Love
Noun. I’m no longer willing to sit in my past watching everything I did wrong pass by me. Instead of feeling shame, I’m choosing love. It’s a choice that has to be made often but it gets easier the more I’m aware of how I’m talking to myself. I’m choosing to give myself love byContinue reading “Self-Love”
Central Park, Deck 8
The one place I can find peace and quiet. Central Park, Deck 8. Above me, chaos ensues. Children screaming, parents yelling. The beauty of being on a large boat. I sit under the shade of a cabana With a Starbucks and a book. I try to write but I can’t think of anything. Too muchContinue reading “Central Park, Deck 8”
Kelly Severseike 