fallingstar

My mind is raining words; it's reading my unwritten letters to you. I saw it coming, yet I was surprised. Each heartbeat aches more than the previous one. This heavy frown can't seem to lift off my face. The look in my eyes darkens as I stare at our fading memories. I put my face in my hand and wonder how deep this wound goes. I lift my head up but my eyes can't seem to follow. Their gaze is stuck to the floor, and this heavy heart is stuck to this chest. When did breathing become so hard? Silence has moved in and the distance that separates us leaves you barely visible in the horizon. Your image is still clear in my head. Will it fade as

This week I have done my first panoramas. I am only happy with two out of those pictures. But I had some fun taking all of them, and now have a learned a new way of taking pictures.

It's about something. I try to find the word but inside of me i feel a desire to break past the word and express something that does not want to be held by one word. That something rejects the word that my mind tried to lay on it and moves away to become something else. Each time I think I found the right word, that something changes again, as if challenging me, as if it was telling me that it will never accept a name. And if I did find a name, that something will change again and again, as if wanting to prove that I am attempting the impossible. I feel I could spend a lifetime trying to find the right word, and in the end, that something wi