reaching for air
there is a rope of thoughts that seizes my heart and drags me down It never seems to cease I try to crawl my way out of this never ending cave My scream is tied to me it rips my throat as it too reaches for air…
a silent room
a silent room with heavy stares— they carry expectations very loudly scrunched up noses, narrowed eyes— they cut through me and leave me naked I miss the forest and the ocean they are another type of silent…
What photography has taught me
For quite some time now, I have wanted to start a blog for my writing and my thoughts – about photography, art and life in general. But I never knew the right way of doing it. And doing it at all felt scary. Like I was letting the world in on…